Colleen Chesebro’#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge, 1/24/22, No. 304

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

Your challenge for this week:

Is to write Ekphrastic poem.

The beautiful painting above has inspired me to write a Sijo. The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

Three Lines 14-16 syllables per lineA total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

Cold, cold, cold.

No weather so artic could out freeze her soul.
No snow blizzard could chill her more, her heart is like ice from winters depths.
Her countenance belies the hate she carries, heavy. The lady of the snows.

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THIS IS PART OF Colleen Tanka Tuesday wordcraft

Fallen Angel

My wings  are clipped  my feet are tied.

I need to scream, but I can not cry.

I need to run I need to hide,

Afraid  to stay , too tired  to fly

Alone  under a moon lit sky.

Can I run, can I hide,

Can I beat this pain inside

Will it  end, will I be  no more

Will I find  the key to the locked door.

Broken angel  that is  me

No longer blessed no longer free.

Shackled so harshly tied down

Lost  to all, now bound to the ground.

Vampire Soul

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Such a black soul 
Broken not whole
No redemption forthcoming
My lack of hope, quite stunning.
Deserted and abandoned, banished
My heart empty and famished
My lust for blood insatiable
On edge my nerves unstable.
The moon rises I crave a drink
I shall sate this thirst, no depths too low for me to sink.

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The Day after Halloween

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The Day after Halloween

November  the  first and  he had  been left  behind

All witches, ghouls  and  ghost  had  returned home

Gone  every imp  and  devil, he  alone the  only  remaining of his kind.

Here amid  the  humans, what  was he  to  do  alone.

 He roamed  the  streets, haunted  the parks, prowled  the  shopping centre

He hung around  the  schools  looking  for like  souls to play  with.

He messed up children’s  rooms, upset teenagers, no door he couldn’t  enter.

He was  so lonely  and  bored  nothing on this  earth  any  joy  could give.

 After  a  while  when  the  demons  roll was called, finally he  was  missed

All hell was let  loose  where was  the  boy,  the  haunted  soul

Who would comfort him, could  a human  sooth him like a vampire  kisssed

Would  angels  find him  and  steal his  evil and make him something whole.

 So out  the  went  the hoards  of hell to search  the  world and search it  well

All  this  fuss  for just one  boy, because the  devil loves  his  own

The loss on Halloween was  more than he could bare, an  empty  space in  hell

Out  the Furies  went, they  found him and  took him  home.

 

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Finally Redemption and Hope

Lost in eternal night

For  all the  years  she had  wondered out in the world  alone

Never  did  she  forsake  the hope  that  she  would  find home.

A suitcase  and  a rose  her only  possessions

Outcast, untouched  by  life’s  procession.

 

Centuries  past  and  she  never aged nor gained peace

Hiding  from the sun, trapped  by night.With no release.

Little  Vampire  they took your soul

Gave  you  the  night  to play in  but never  made  you whole.

 

No tears  can flee  those  beautiful eyes

Eyes  that  never gaze on  blue skies

Pale  skin that  never  feel the  gentle warm touch

Of  the golden sun, that you still miss so much.

 

Those  who have  crossed  your  path never live  to tell

You  take  their life’s  blood  and  it prolongs  your hell.

You long  for warmth  that you vaguely  remember

To  skip in fields with others like  that long  ago September.

 

Step into the sun

I think  you have paid  for  your  past sins

We need  to  take  you  back to where  all this  begins.

Too see if  we can find  your  soul

To bless  you and  make  you  whole.

 

If  you  will just  step into  the  Sun’s heat

Take  my  hand  and  we will your  saviour  meet.

It will only  take a minute  for  you to burn

Then  born again,  God’s  love  your learn .