This week’s #TankaTuesday syllabic poetry prompt is by Yvette Calleiro. She asked for poems using the image of veil. While this is a great idea I learned something or maybe noticed is a better word about syllabic poetry. It’s very hard to approach subjects obliquely or “slant” (credit to Emily Dickinson) with syllabic forms.
I chose shadorma (possibly Spanish or of modern origin) for the form. This is a six line poem of 3-5-3-3-7-5 line lengths. I wanted a form that didn’t require the subject to be about nature, which is why I selected this form.
thanks to sfetfedyhghj
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The Mask Reveals the Heart
Bride’s coy veil,
vamp’s pillbox netting.
They conceal
to reveal—
no different from a mask
where disguise tells all.
Two years ago, the following flash fiction was published at The Ekphrastic Review. The veil in this case refers to the veil between living and dead or between this world and THAT world.
Some girls left a glove or handkerchief, hoping to obligate a gentleman to return it. Eleonora liked to think she was different. She dropped a pump knowing he would imagine her barefoot and helpless. She remembered the velvet of his broad chest, jeweled medallion clanking, felt parts of her responding. Her new friend, Fairy Godfather, helped her prepare for Handsome Prince’s visit, adding to her pretty table setting an inexhaustible carafe and a trick candle, while assuring Eleonora they were traditional heirlooms with magical powers. Before he departed with an unnecessary hug, he reminded her what would happen if the spell were broken. All she needed to achieve the spell’s fulfillment was one kiss from Handsome Prince.Eleonora waited at the table for Handsome Prince all day. Then all night and the next day. She examined the events of the ball repeatedly. What went wrong? Was she too assertive? Too quiet? Did he prefer juicier curves or richer daddies? She tried to drink the water, but it was ensconced inside the glass, unattainable. She tried to rise, but the broken spell had already begun to claim its reward. The transformation into feline had begun. She was locked in place, the fur growing, even as the spinster cat had begun to dissolve into the woods. Just as the pitying fairies arrived to spirit her off beyond the veil, the now-unmasked Fairy Godfather appeared in his pumpkin, his goblin face taunting her.
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What an excellent shadorma, Luanne. I love these lines:
“They conceal
to reveal—
no different from a mask
where disguise tells all.”
You say so much with so few words. That’s great writing!!
Thanks so much, Colleen! I love the form!
It’s a fun form, and the only rules are the syllable count. 😂
I like those easy rules!
That looks like a fun form. Well done.
Such a fun form, Anneli! Thank you!
You have a way with words! Sparse but packed with meaning.
Thanks, Kate!
I particularly like your insightful shadorma.
Thank you, Liz!!!
You’re welcome, Luanne!
Excellent, Luanne!
Thank you, Merril!
You’re welcome, Luanne!
Wow! Veil is one of those fun multifaceted words. I loved the bridge you made between two works that play so skillfully with “veil.”
Thanks so much!!!
They do indeed conceal to reveal, and stir fascination and desire to know. Love where you took this.
Thank you so much, Paul!
Both of these are great, Luanne! Thanks for participating!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Thank you so much, Yvette! I’m so glad you like them!