Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery
Wander along beach in winter
to where I promised to forget.
Because a murmur hummed, I danced
in wonder’s song and broke my vow.
Another me, one calm and wise,
wanders along beach in winter.
A lady wrapped in finery;
defenses for ghosts lingered there.
Water frozen, doth not stir me;
roses are but stalks, hips, thorns that
wander along beach in winter.
Yet there on horizon, silhouette
made of pearl abalone, gleaming
against the dreary sky. You turn,
wave goodbye, ascend. I weep and
wander along beach in winter.
Colleen Chesebro is the host of Tanka Tuesday. Colleen says:
This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form.
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What a beauty. Your words give the image life.
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Thank you ❤
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Very good description of a beach in the winter Lisa…it’s like a closed amusement park.
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Thanks, Max. The artist builds a world there.
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Beautifully written Li.
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Thank you, Sadje, glad you like it.
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My pleasure
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I like the circles within circles following the paths of the thoughts and emotions. (K)
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Thank you very much, Kerfe ❤
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Lisa, this is so good! I love the form and the story you tell fits so well with the painting. Bravo! 💛
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Colleen, thank you very much.
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You’re welcome.
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I think you had the same feeling as me. Beautiful poem.
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I think you’re right, Elizabeth, thank you 🙂
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I like the imagery that describes winter and transports me to beach. Beautiful poetry!
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Thank you, Balroop!
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This is a cool form, Lisa! I love the story you told with it.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks much, Yvette 🙂
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A story that many have repeated in some way…
when losing a lover or even just a friend.
Well done.
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Thank you, Jules ❤
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I love the longing and admiration. Deeply reflective of the image. 👏🏽👏🏽
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Jude, thank you, much appreciated.
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“roses are but stalks, hips, thorns that
wander along beach in winter.”
Wow! Exquisite, Li. 🙂
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Glad you like that line, Kitty, thanks!
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🙂
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You brought the painting to life.
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Thank you, D.L.
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I love how the form you chose to employ allows the refrain to slowly travel through the stanzas, like slowly walking through the snow…
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David
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David, very happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for the feedback, much appreciated.
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Beautiful and evocative a lovely story 💜
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Willow, thank you ❤
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Hugs 💜💜🤗
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Lovely contrasts and story. Well done! ❤️
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Thanks much, Gwen!
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