TANKA TAKE HOME — 13th May, 2026 Featuring poet: Stacey Dye
- Firdaus Parvez

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hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
13th May, 2026
poet of the month: Stacey Dye
these scars
send memories flickering
through my mind—
souvenirs of a troubled life
play out on grainy film
red lights, June 2021
this flower moon
waxes in the May sky…
casting out
everything I kept bound up
all the springs of my life
One Moment at a Time, Tanka Society Members Anthology 2023
always a survivor
never the victim. . .
a flower
rises from beneath
the crush of a shoe
red lights, January 2021
We thank Stacey warmly for sharing her poems and for her thoughtful responses to our questions.
Q.2
TTH: How did you get started as a poet? What was it about tanka that inspired you to embrace this ancient form of poetry? In short, why do you keep writing tanka?
SD: I started writing free verse as a form of self-expression. I loved the freedom it afforded me to explore my feelings. As far as writing tanka, if I’m absolutely honest, I began to try my hand at it because I was finding it difficult to maintain a conceit at length. I was having “short attention span itis!” I began writing some Renga with a fellow free verse poet and she
introduced me to the AHA poetry forum where I began to try my hand at tanka. I credit Chen-ou Liu as a major influence. He helped me find my way. A mentor of sorts.
I continue to write because I love the creative outlet and because it is extremely cathartic for me. Expressing feeling and emotion and purging my past is incredibly liberating.
About the poet in her own words:
I’ve loved words forever. I collect them on rocks, jewelry and tokens. I began to write poetry over ten years ago. I started with free verse and ultimately found I loved tanka. It is a wonderful release for my feelings and emotions. I live in South Georgia, USA with my husband Dennis, my cat Frankie and dog Happy.
Your Challenge this Week:
Take inspiration from Stacey's lovely tanka and write about survival and what it means to you. It can be anything; go where the word takes you ...
Have fun!
And remember – tanka, because of those two extra lines, lends itself most beautifully when revealing a story. And tanka prose is storytelling.
Give these ideas some thought and share your tanka and tanka-prose with us here. Keep your senses open, observe things that happen around you and write. You can post tanka and tanka-prose outside of these themes as well.
PLEASE NOTE
1. Post only one poem at a time, only one per day.
2. Only 2 tanka and two tanka-prose per poet per prompt.
Tanka art, of course, if you want to.
3. Share your best-polished pieces.
4. Please do not post something in a hurry or something you have just written. Let it simmer for a while.
5. Post your final edited version on top of your original verse.
6. Don't forget to give feedback on others' poems.
We are delighted to open the comment thread for you to share your unpublished tanka and tanka-prose (within 250 words) to be considered for inclusion in the haikuKATHA monthly magazine.

#1
Bed-Springs
It is as if every dream is wound into the curve of mattress and pillow. My body’s silhouette is there between the duvet and the open air. What thoughts, memories, warnings and inspirations have played out here, forgotten often by morning. There is a petrichor upon my skin, some remembrance tattooed beneath the sun-glow. A fish out of water, floating beyond my iris. Is this what it means to exist? This back and forth pull between worlds, re-anchoring myself daily to earth.
this survivor’s moon
a reflection in sky
almost there
every scar and bruise
ribboned with life
Joanna Ashwell
UK
Stacey's poems are beautiful. I especially love this one:
always a survivor
never the victim. . .
a flower
rises from beneath
the crush of a shoe
#1
at the riverside
a father and son push off
these memories
of father and us
rowing in circles
Robert Kingston, UK
Just love this
always a survivor
never the victim. . .
a flower
rises from beneath
the crush of a shoe
red lights, January 2021
Stacey Dye
Tanka #1
13.05.2026
river-like
i wear down stone
little by little
though i seem gentle
i survive every crossing
Amrutha V Prabhu
India