Tanka- Burning Breath

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Burning Breath

Deadly red fingers

Licking it’s flammable prey,

Hot tendrils emerge.

Benightedness kindles it’s

Melody of ruination.

A force of nature,

It’s a contagious disease.

It’s unstoppable,

Natures injurious demon.

Fire, Hades of trouble.



All That’s Left


Quill Shiv’s Flash Fiction Faction Prompt

Once upon a time the water had been pure and blue like the sky, the trees had been lush, the canopy’s had burst with the robust noises of life. The people of the forest had nurtured their home of tranquility, unknown to destruction. Until Whik-utan-o created monarchy and took the throne.

The stumps in the murky water, are the ruins of the Gyi-yu Bridge, they are the mark of Whik-utan-o, the symbol of destruction. The Gyi-yu bridge had been the entrance to the people’s sanctuary, it had been the their temple, their belief, their idol.

That was before Whik-utan-o, when the Gyi-yu bridge had been found in the solid wood of the forest goddess; Fy’d-yu. Fy’d-yu had been the tallest, oldest tree in the forest, it had been the forest guardian with beautiful, bewitching tattoo’s embroided in its bark.

Because Fy’d-yu was their guardian, the people decided to build a bridge out of Fy’d-yu, which would be the entrance to their sanctuary. Some say that was why the forest fell, because Fy’d-yu was constantly watching the exterior. Little did Fy’d-yu know, that in the heart of the forest a tumor was growing, and growing, and growing. Whik-utan-o was born, his birth was the death of the forest, and the death of the forest was the start of his injurious reign.



Shackles Unseen

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Shackle Unseen

A silhouette of a tree,

The shackles not seen.

Prisoners not foretold,

Known to be free.


Bound by their roots,

Because their ancestors did not see.

The successors wait,

For human industries wrath.


Silent songs of plea they sing,

Not heard over the drone of ignorance.

Memories they all whisper,

One’s they have seen.


Once a giant on it’s own feet,

Now an outline of defeat.

So strong it had been,

But a fallen tree is what I see.

Night Breeze

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Night Breeze

Dark night is silent

Breeze blows a soft melody

Nights demulcent voice