Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Tanka Prose

Preservation

I must have learned to stand up for myself at an early age. As if it happened just yesterday, I see my mother marching back to the market to wave her purchase in front of the manager.

how things gel
into long-term memory—
the leggy insect
suspended inside
a jar of marmalade

Haibun Today, June 2014

10 comments:

  1. Replies
    1. Nice to meet you, Peggy - and thanks!

      Delete
  2. Go, Mama! Yikes, but that would be gross. But I enjoy the way you told it!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes, it was gross! Always glad to see you stop by!

      Delete
  3. A vivid picture forms in my mind. Did this turn you off marmelade for life?

    Adelaide

    ReplyDelete
  4. What we remember . . . and what we forget. That is one of life's mysteries, isn't it. And what a visual ! ! !

    ReplyDelete