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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