Skeleton Architecture

This is the 44th tanka of the 44 I told you I'd write for the tanka project. I actually accidentally wrote 45, but the spare one will have to remain secret for now, you might find it somewhere in the future. I need to get my head out of the tanka shaped space. I'm yearning to go longer, I'm getting excited about stories, although I am mainly finding ways to keep writing while the house keeps getting messed up (honestly it's as if five people and four animals lived in it), and I'm working at the library. On that, I'm loving working in the library. It's such a fabulous place to be, even on days which are a bit fraught, like today. I am also incredibly impressed with how lovely my co-workers are. I've never worked somewhere like this before! Anyway, this tanka was something I wrote while drinking wine in front of the TV, binge watching Poldark (I finally got 'round to it, I am gutted that Ross and Elizabeth didn't end up together yet because t...

I am so happy that other folks are willing to let me share their tankas, because there's so much good stuff out there! This is just a little of it. This is from Naila Mae Hernan, who I suspect has more unclouded sky in her life than I do, and it makes me warm just to look at it. I love this from Naila, there's so much hygge about it 🖤 #Repost @nairachii (@get_repost) ・・・ Chihayafuru inspired. #tanka 💕😊 A post shared by Tanka Project (@tanka_project) on Oct 14, 2017 at 7:56am PDT This, from Wayétu Moore brings in few words such a beautiful eloquence. I love this tanka from Wayétu. So interesting. #Repost @wayetu (@get_repost) ・・・ 🌑 A post shared by Tanka Project (@tanka_project) on Oct 17, 2017 at 8:39am PDT And finally, for this group of guest posts on the Tanka Project, more sea from Carrie Moran with another gorgeous tanka. I seem to be obsessed with moonlit seas today. And loving this tanka. #Repost @cmcollected (@get_repos...

And so we're into Autumn, I swear I heard the tyres screeching as the season turned. I'm writing this at my desk in the light of my little lamp and it's almost 9am, but it's gloomy because it's chucking it down. I love Autumn. I spent ages yesterday watching gannets diving for fish in the roiling sea, keeping their places despite the wind. And I love the fog that can wrap us up in a quiet blanket. I used to live in the Isle of Man, where the god Manannan takes care of his drunk little islanders by wrapping his warm cloak around them. So whenever I can't see the islands near us for the fog I wonder if Manannan is wrapping his cloak around us too. It feels like it. Anyway, The Prompt, over on the Mum Turned Mom blog this week is Motion, which just had me thinking of the motion of the ocean, and of the good luck I have to be able to live near the sea again. So I am sharing this poem which I wrote earlier this year, inspired by a line in Andrew McMillan...