“Disappearing,” #Tanka #Prose

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

Diana Peach sure picked a doozy of an image for us to work with for our photo challenge this week. I thought long and hard.

I kept zeroing in on the poppy and the snake. There was a story there, and I had to tell it. I imagined a woman in the late 1800s abused by men and looking for a refuge.

I reclined on the dirty sofa propped up by greasy pillows. I didn’t care. My entire reason for living existed in this room. I was ready to retreat to a place where nobody could hurt me again.

I held the long-handled pipe over the oil lamp, waiting for the heat to release the vapors. I breathed in and disappeared into the verdant mist.

hedonic songs taunt
while green sylphs dance in my head
opium dreams plague
my dear snake familiars
gift a comatose release

©2019 Colleen M. Chesebro

Read more about the opium dens in American history HERE.

I’m ready for Trick or Treat! Are you?

44 thoughts on ““Disappearing,” #Tanka #Prose

  1. I love where you went with this Colleen, using all the elements with ease. It was a tough one, wasn’t it? For me too! Ha ha. But some great poetry from those rising to the challenge. So fun to read.


      1. I’m surprised that some people missed the poppy. The red drew my eye to it. So interesting how differently each of us perceives the same thing.


  2. I didn’t even notice the poppy at first. Great idea coming up with opium and opium dens. (A long time ago when I was in grad school, one of my concentrations was 19th century British social history.)


  3. Wow, Sis! You went in a totally different direction this week, showing us your dark side. I loved this Haibun/Tanka because I felt the woman’s pain, and her need to escape into a fantasy world. Very well done! ❤


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