Tanka Writing Roundtable • Fall 2017
Dr. Randy Brooks

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Kathryn Coffey

Beneath the Owl's Eyes
A Tanka Collection

by
Kathryn Coffey

Going in, I had no idea what to expect. In doing so, I knew I had to find my balance between musing and creating a scene. It became my focus for the class. And then I wrote a couple of tanka about my Nana. Nana became my special inspiration for many of my tanka. It seemed natural to include her my writing. She died a few years ago, but talking through tanka seemed to make the grief easier to handle. She always knew how to light up a room; even when the lights were dim. She was the kind of person who was willing to give her time to help those in need. And she always liked exploring. I'm not sure what she'd say if she were to see me now. Even so, I think she wouldn't mind. Heck, she might even be proud of me. So I dedicate this collection to her, knowing she would love to see a sneak preview of what I've been up to.


Pictures of horses
removed
Misfits and Timberlake
take their place
but not for long


Plaid flannel
Pine needle scent
no matter where
we are
we’re still home


Doo-doo
Doo
stuck in my head
what’s that song?
and how do I kill it?


First Tuesday
of every month
tornado sirens
sing
To their hearts’ content


Sauna night
jump in the lake
staring up at the sky
Full of stars
In silence


Eyes shut
paws reaching out
what’s he thinking?
Probably more
than me


Football
Ugh, now?!
You just got here
can you please
just see me?


Lipstick
made my face
from poor-man’s Mother
to Minstrel Show
in seven years


Beneath
the owl’s eyes
are my Nana’s
and mine
a shared love


Chicken and dumplings
simmering, sweet
beautiful crockpot
ah, Nana,
it’s been too long


Munchkin
goes on forever
no end
Come on!
Die already!


Tell
that story again, Dad
You know,
the one about
Nana’s coffee lasagna


Just because
you move faster
than grandma
that doesn’t make you
the Roadrunner


Don’t covet.
He’s leaving
with her
I leave
alone


Another distinctive
Feature of his
a limp
he got
when he dumped me


That old home
on Mozart
not my Nana’s
or mine
anymore


My brother
the last of us
to receive
the family heirloom
old eyes


© 2017, Randy Brooks • Millikin University
All rights returned to authors upon publication.