TANKA TAKE HOME — 24th June, 2026 Featuring poet: Tracy Davidson
- Firdaus Parvez

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hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
24 June, 2026
poet of the month: Tracy Davidson
X-ray Vision
I stare at the pictures on the wall. My eyes follow the cracks in a little girl’s bones, some half-healed and some fresh, a lifetime of abuse. The atmosphere in that cold room crackles with my colleagues silence. I leave the x-rays on display, for when the police and social services arrive. They will help when words fail me.
she sits awkwardly
on the edge of a chair
bruised and bandaged
a nice lady with a doll
asks her to point where it hurts
Mandy's Pages, Where Tanka Prose Grows 2018
Anniversary
My husband bakes me a cake, surprises me with a gathering of family and friends. He says three years sober and clean is a big deal. He is proud of me. We celebrate with sparkling apple juice and sherbet fountains. I smile, so much it hurts. My sister follows me to the bathroom. I accept her proffered breath mints and disappointment.
I slide
through the fog
regretting
all the steps I missed
the times I made him cry
Mandy's Pages, Where Tanka Prose Grows 2017
It has been a lovely month of wonderful poems. We thank Tracy warmly for sharing her poems and for her thoughtful responses to our questions.
More about the poet:
Tracy Davidson lives in Warwickshire, England, and writes poetry and flash fiction. Her work has appeared in various publications and anthologies, including: Poet's Market, Mslexia, Modern Haiku, Femku, A Hundred Gourds, The Binnacle, Black Hare Press, Shooter, Journey to Crone, The Great Gatsby Anthology, WAR, and In Protest: 150 Poems for Human Rights.
Your Challenge this Week:
These tanka-prose are masterfully crafted. The first one is devastating in its entirety. The second a more quiet portrayal of human nature and failure. Tracy's writing is precise and concrete, nothing flowery. Each word is well chosen and belongs there. This is the quality of a great writer; no wastage of words, nothing to distract. It's like you're there with her. Let these tanka-prose inspire you to write about anything that has touched you deeply or in passing or something you keep going back to.
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.

26.6.2026
Tanka Prose #2
I Don't Know
Someone mentioned Kalidasa.
Eager to join in, I said, "Kalidasa's doha."
From the neighbouring cubicle came a gentle correction.
"Kabir's."
I smiled.
Having read both poets, I knew the mistake was not ignorance. Somewhere between memory and enthusiasm, one had borrowed the other's name.
For a while, Kabir and Kalidasa quarrelled inside my head over ownership of the misplaced doha.
A small mistake.
A larger lesson.
Eagerness often arrives before attention.
Sometimes the cost is a foolish smile.
Sometimes far more.
soaking dishes
I watch dried remnants
loosen and drift—
if only the mind
shed certainty as easily
Amrutha V Prabhu
India
Post #2
Tanka art
26.6.26
she stays awake
counting the stars
this dark cloudy night
mother breaks her promise
to stay off sleeping pills
Mona Bedi
India
Feedback appreciated:)
25/6/26 #1
after midnight
the rip in her jeans
at one knee
I keep looking there
instead of the glass
C.X. Turner, U.K.
#2
keepsakes...
the silence at dusk
or the light at dawn
when words are offered
without expectation
Joanna Ashwell
UK
#1 25/06
always too late
there is no way
to make it linger
the life of a flower
already in full bloom
Fatma Zohra Habis/ Algeria