This year
nostalgia hits:
the mango produce aisle
fruit that transports little Selma
yearly
to the trees she would climb barefoot
now the pricey fruit rots
before her eyes
not fair
*
Sipping
last year's plum wine
the grand strawberry moon
twice attuned to my emotions
brightens
gifts me a halo I can reach
thanks to the faerie
in the wine glass
floating
© selma
Kigo: nostalgia, mango, plum wine, faerie
This post is written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 39.
How does this time of year affect you where you live? Think about the seasonal changes.
What descriptive words come to mind?
Yes, summer’s full glory is here! And so is childhood nostalgia. Still, what a fun time for
faeries (used this spelling for the syllabic count) and dreaming.
The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem with
2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
Kigo: Mango, nostalgia, plum wine, faerie
In mango countries, this is the season for mangoes. A mango is bound to taste
the best in season. They’re in abundance here too: My favorite is the Mexico mango.
(though I’d love to sink my teeth into any mango from India- we don’t get those here).
But this year Mexican mangoes are too expensive: the result of a weak yen.
I’m pining for mangoes this summer.
Thanks so much for reading.
Happy summer solstice.
Happy moon gazing too.
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Lovely Summer season. (though I’d love to sink my teeth into any mango from India- we don’t get those here).
But this year Mexican mangoes are too expensive: the result of a weak yen.
I’m pining for mangoes this summer. Beautiful words written in poem.
Here is Mangoes season. Here lots of Mangoes. Indian Mangoes are very Sweet. Indian Mangoes are not expensive. Nice write a kigo.
Raj, is that you!? Anonymous…
I’ve heard wonderful things about mangoes in India. Wow. I’d love to eat one some day. Enjoy one 🥭 for me please.
this feels happy and light, just how a good glass of wine makes us feel
Happy you thought so, Beth. 😃 🍷
Love the idea of faeries in the wine.
There are faeries 🧚🏽 in the wine 🍷 yes. Glad you liked that VJ. 🤗
😁💕
Lovely, the fairies in the wine is a brilliant line.
Love this, Selma:) xo
Thanks. Denise. 🤗
Thanks. 😊
Lovely!
😊 thanks
My pleasure.
The fairy in the wine glass–love that! (K)
It fell on good ears—that image. 🧚🏽 so happy. 😁
Selma! You’ve evoked many emotions with this gorgeous poem, thank you. “Not fair” – no, a bitter sweetness isn’t it.
Oh! How I wish I could transport mangoes to you, Selma. 🙂
I wish that too. During NaPo this year someone wrote about the many mangoes in India. I’ve been longing for one ever since.
Thanks for the lovely thought Kitty. Bless you.
Thank you, Selma. 🙂
Selma, this butterfly cinquain is fabulous! I love the fairies in the wine (they’re there in the sparkles). I’m with you about the luscious fruit in the supermarket. There is so much waste, but there is no way they drop the prices! I really enjoyed your poetry. 🧚♀️
Hi Selma, it’s a shame the mangoes are so expensive. Lovely poems.
It sure is. Sad. I’ll eat other fruit.
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