Issue 5 – June 2026 – Tanka Prose 2
Floating
This moat wraps around the castle, a snake shedding a water cloak. How many tried to cross, only to meet an arrow, a fireball, a staff? There is a stillness in the depths, rounded stones glisten with memory. The way a place, an object holds on to what has gone before.
with a view
the redwood grove
aloft in the clouds
an open plain
gathering sunset
Joanna Ashwell, UK
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