hosts: Firdaus Parvez, Kala Ramesh, Priti Aisola & Suraja Menon Roychowdhury
Introducing a new perspective to our Wednesday Feature!
poet of the month: Joy McCall
August 30, 2023
For this last week with Joy, here are some of her amazing tanka:
from daybreak, tanka 2022 - published on Amazon 2023 -
on great wide wings
he sees the big picture
from high above
I wander the woods
cloven-hoofed on the earth
small hedge sparrow
picking in the seed heads
you know nothing
of politics, wars, religion
... I wish I was you
reading Zhuangzi
I travel back in time
two millennia
and five thousand miles
and deep inside myself
counting
nine small stones
a turning place
a sacred point
an ancient holiness
the hymn says
'count your blessings
one by one'
to be whole, we need
to count our sorrows too
I am weary ...
he says 'sleep
and dream of colour'
I settle into brown earth
and russet fur
broken
I look for healing
kintsugi -
but where is the gold
to fill all the cracks?
my eyes
filling with tears
catch the flight
of a dark butterfly
among the bare trees
past midnight
I should sleep
oh but ...
the wind, the owls
the little train
two decades
since last my foot
touched the earth
yet I feel the soil,
the stones, the bones
I long
for a hermitage
in far mountains
with the cry of the deer
and the wind in the pines
I grow older
on the surface
and yet
within me, a child sings
a girl dances
dandelion seed heads
drifting on the breeze
please carry
these sorrows
away with you
when things are empty
and we refill them
that's restoring -
water bowls, bread bins
hearts and souls
'the cradle
for the body is nature'
said Susumo ...
I settle to sleep in
hawkweed and feathers
We are delighted to share Joy's poems and thank her for taking the time to answer our questions. Here's the last:
Q
TTH: Do you show your work in progress to anyone, or is it a solitary art that you keep close to your chest before letting it go for publishing?
Joy: It is a solitary art but sometimes I send new tanka to close ones – family and friends, especially those in the tanka world. Mostly I just write poems because they demand it! I usually don’t think about publishing unless I get a reminder or a nudge from someone. I only began publishing because Sandy Goldstein made me send tanka to M.Kei for Atlas Poetica, and Kei said we should make books, over ten years ago. It kind of steamrollered from there and now there are too many books. M.Kei said that we must leave something creative behind for when we leave this life. That made sense to me, when I thought of all the writers who have influenced my own life.
Joy McCall was born in Norwich, England at the end of World War II. Her father served as a chaplain in the British air force in India and Burma. After marrying a Canadian, Joy raised her two daughters in Canada. Later, she moved back to Norwich, where she worked as a nurse to be close to her parents until their passing. Life took a heartbreaking turn when Joy's younger daughter, Wendy, a psychologist, tragically succumbed to Multiple Sclerosis in 2021, leaving a profound void in her mother's heart.
Despite facing tremendous challenges, Joy remains resilient. She suffered a life-altering accident 21 years ago, leaving her paraplegic and amputated, confining her to a bed. Throughout it all, her devoted husband, Andy, has been her unwavering support and rock.
In the face of adversity, Joy finds solace in poetry and the beauty of nature. She has channeled her passion for writing and has authored several books of tanka, available on Amazon.
Joy began writing tanka when she was nine years old, after discovering Ryokan's poems in the school library. The sense of the outside world and how it relates to her inner world fascinates her. Poems just come to Joy; she doesn't actively "think" about them. Often, they arrive at night or after she observes something in nature that deeply moves her.
While Joy admires the works of old poets, she also believes that there are many wonderful tanka poets in the present age. She refrains from naming them, fearing she might inadvertently leave out someone who matters. Her knowledge of tanka expanded not just from studying Ryokan, Shiki, and Saigyo, but also from the teachings of modern poets like Sandy Goldstein, Denis Garrison, M. Kei, and numerous others.
The challenge for this week:
It has been such a pleasure and privilege to share Joy's poems this month, and I can't thank her enough for letting us do this because I've realised she's quite a private person. Like her tanka-prose, her tanka too have left me spellbound. I hope they have inspired you. You can look up her books on amazon. This week there is no challenge, just go where her tanka take you. I look forward to reading your amazing responses. 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 these themes too.
An essay on how to write tanka: Tanka Flights here
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.
7. All TANKA ART must have the photo source written clearly.
Otherwise it won't be accepted.
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.
#4
05.09-2023
a bow
with folded hands
to the shine
within —
a seeker
Amrutha V. Prabhu
India
Feedback most welcome :)
TP#1
5.9.23
Revised thanks to Firdaus:
Abracadabra
I keep awake late into the night. It's been like that for years. In my younger days I would wait to see the sun rise. There is a certain magic to all of this. When the world is still sleeping, a faint glow of light starts to peek through the thin curtains. The sky turns a bit pink, a bit orange. Then slowly the yellow-orange takes over. Soon on a backdrop of dawn chorus, the sun rises to all its glory.
the gold
on a monarch’s wings —
everything
comes alive
in my sunlit garden
Feedback appreciated:)
Abracadabra
I keep awake late into the night. In my younger days I would wait to…
#3 04/09/2023
***revised***
stealing butter
from neighbour's pot
little krishna ...
on their face
a dancing thief
***original***
stealing butter
from neighbour's pot
little krishna ...
on their face
i caught a thief
Amrutha V. Prabhu
India
Concept: benne kadanamma song
Feedback most welcome
#1 4th sept 23
watching
flocks of bar-tail finches
at Trephina Gorge
their brown feather cloaks
over bright red waistcoats
Marilyn Humbert
Australia
feedback welcome
#1 4/9/23
the flick
of the goanna’s tongue
keeps time
with a haunting rhythm
...corroboree
wanda amos
Australia
feedback welcome