Catherine. (tanka)

brown grass field during golden hour

Slippers lost to rocks
on a ramble through the moor,
she rips up her shawl
to wrap her soft bloodied feet
while the harsh winds howl his name.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

6 thoughts on “Catherine. (tanka)”

V.J. Knutson says:

Heathcliffe, my Healthcliffe!

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August 30, 2018 at 12:16 am Reply
Paul Sunstone says:

Chilling. Utterly chilling. Love it.

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August 30, 2018 at 7:38 am Reply
G. Paul Randall says:

Wow.

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August 30, 2018 at 10:50 am Reply
Von Smith says:

Emily would be proud to have you write Jane

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August 31, 2018 at 4:02 pm Reply
- Nancy Botta says:
  
  Now that you mention it, I think I might do a tanka series devoted to Jane, Mr Rochester, and Bertha. Thanks for the idea!
  
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  August 31, 2018 at 4:20 pm Reply
LityMunshi says:

Words are sooo fresh..lovely!

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September 11, 2018 at 10:56 am Reply

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