Issue 4 - March 2026 - Tanka prose 3
A Short But Perfect Time
Sherwood's twisted oaks. Bare branches reaching out, frozen dancers, statuesque. Shadows on weathered trunks form faces in the dusk. A breeze ruffles fallen leaves, a ripple on the forest floor, faint whispers. A woodcock, disturbed, rises from its hiding place, floats between trees, settles back into the shadows. Holding hands we watch a flight of crows head for their roost.
oakwoods
they have been so many things
royal forest
an outlaw's retreat
the place where lovers walked
Simon Wilson, UK
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