Sunday, February 9, 2020

Insect and Soul ~ Tanka

cicada night song
echoes through my stone pillow
the shrill crying fills
empty spaces in my soul
stars candle our communion

©Susie Clevenger 2020


  1. There were cicadas in New Mexico. Every summer we would hear them. I'm dreadfully insectophobic, but I didn't mind them. They were big, slow-moving things that kept to themselves rather than flying at people like some insects have a tendency to do.

  2. I like the way the original echoes in your tanka, Susie, and the sounds of the cicada are coupled with the line 'stars candle our communion'.