what happens there on lazy afternoons
she sees storms swirling in her cup of tea
war beckoned, and the soldier left with glee

a soldier’s wife counts days, then the moons
satiny comfort does not count as boon

she hears bombs explode, but no one agrees
-a broken plane just landed on the tree

she hides between notes as the singer croons
fear rules her life, as warlords play the tune

Chosen form is Analogue

Analogue is a metered invented form that is limited to 3 rhymes. It’s source is Rena Ferguson Parks a 20th century poet and educator.

The Analogue is:

  • a poem of 9 lines.
  • metered, all lines are iambic pentameter.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme abbaabbcc.

Written for Tanka Tuesday Weekly Challenge – Ekphrastic


39 thoughts on “War

  1. It’s amazing where your thoughts took you Reena though she doesn’t seem to be a soldier’s wife! Her “satiny comfort” seems real. I like this form, never heard of it. Thanks for trying new forms so successfully, they are so inspiring.

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  2. This is an amazing poem, Reena. I especially like how you use the rhyme scheme (as in the sound of marching soldiers) to speak of the horrors of war. But this last stanza… “she hides between notes as the singer croons
    fear rules her life, as warlords play the tune…” really says it all. We’re also at the one year anniversary of the war between Russia and Ukraine. Excellent poem. πŸ™πŸ»

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  3. Beautiful Reena and so timelyon this week’s anniversary of the beginning of the war in Ukraine. I love the switch at the end from her listening to music as escape to even the music being controlled by the aggressor. ❀️

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