grandma’s well
the water tasted like iron
and cold—
that darkness
from which I’m made


14 Responses

  1. snowbirdpress Says:

    It's so good to see your work again!

    white granite
    my grandmother's hands
    on my uncle's grave

  2. Dirk va Nouhuys Says:

    Great, evocative, deep.

  3. Kathe L. Palka Says:

    Loved this one Chuck, the way the memory of deep, dark water and the taste of iron echo family ties and bloodlines! And a hint of cold mystery. Wonderful texture!

  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    This is wonderful, shiver-down-the-spine stuff.

  5. pbergonzi Says:

    Nice.

  6. Barry Says:

    Strong poem. Good work.

  7. @andreochka Says:

    Nicely done… poignant!

  8. donnafleischer Says:

    the river barge
    leaks rust
    in the blood

  9. anish Says:

    Thank you for writing Charles!

  10. petertwo.oh Says:

    Powerful poem.. // Peter.

  11. Alan Summers Says:

    Good to have a tanka that's different.

    Alan

  12. shaheen Says:

    water level down
    rush of veiled ladies
    around the mosque well

  13. shaheen Says:

    haunted well
    the farmer's young lady
    encountered ghosts

  14. shaheen Says:

    haunted well
    the farmer's young lady
    encountered ghosts

    l

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