A tanka written by Lee Sonogan
“To follow you
I am not content —
How do I know
which way you went?” — Headstone Humor
Pungent marshmallow,
Frowned on is beyond the pale,
Mordacious sallow,
Rubicund at gunwale,
Fleeing before a bellow.
“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.” – Diane Setterfield
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