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

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.


 

 

 

153 Comments


Amrutha V. Prabhu
Amrutha V. Prabhu
30 minutes ago

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


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mona bedi
mona bedi
2 hours ago

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:)

Edited
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C.X. Turner
C.X. Turner
6 hours ago

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.

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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
8 hours ago

#2

 

keepsakes...

the silence at dusk

or the light at dawn

when words are offered

without expectation

 

Joanna Ashwell

UK

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Alfred Booth
Alfred Booth
6 hours ago
Replying to

Oh! I like this one!

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Fatma Zohra Habis
10 hours ago

#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


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joanna ashwell
joanna ashwell
8 hours ago
Replying to

I like the sentiment of this Fatma and wonder if some slight tweaks would make this clearer:


beauty departing

with no way

to make it linger...

the life of a flower

already in full bloom

🌷

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