walk over a chasm to reach the idyll
dark depths provoking imagination
smooth white pathways leading celebrations
be led up the garden path or downhill
anti gods bring the ink, gods hold the quill
I hear bells ring in alliteration
awaken the demons, spark creation
different perspectives emerge in sync
let me be the bridge, let me be the link
Written for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Prompt – Ekphrastic
Image Credit: Lisa Fox
Chosen poetry form – Analogue
The Analogue is:
- a poem of 9 lines.
- metered, all lines are iambic pentameter.
- rhymed, rhyme scheme abbaabbcc.
Reena Saxena 
Reena this is beautiful. I love those last lines… I could feel your sincerity!
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re so welcome.
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Reena I really like the rhymes you used in this. My favorite line, probably because I believe it is true: “anti gods bring the ink, gods hold the quill”
Wonderful poem.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome.
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Captivating read.
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Thank you so much, Jude!
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To be ‘ led up the garden path’ is the first step to going downhill. I hear bells ring in alliteration. Wonderful word smithing, Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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