Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Tanka--By Elizabeth Howard--United States

we build a fire in the cabin
settle down on sleeping bags . . .
all night wasps buzz and fall--
at dawn we lie hostage
to a carpet of torpid wasps 

a boy nets a crab
watches the net dissolve
in the crab’s claws--
as recompense
he boils the crab for lunch

the boy tosses a stick
the labrador retrieves it
untiring --
I sit watching,
my shoulder unhinged

Elizabeth Howard lives in Crossville, Tennessee. She writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have appeared in Comstock Review, Big Muddy, Appalachian Heritage, Cold Mountain Review, Poem, Still, Mobius, Now & Then, Slant, and other journals.


  1. Elizabeth,
    A nice trio of tanka. I enjoyed them very much.
    Your friend,
    David Fox