Rocks become islands
rising from a table sea.
Cardboard ships sail in,
seize gold, quarrel over it,
cranky as housebound children.
It was a rainy day. This game was being played by adults, but the pirate characters they created to captain the ships were definitely argumentative. And there is something about a summer place and memories. It is as if the sounds of children of years past continue to hang in the rafters.
I got the picture when the players were away from the table; I like the wavy lines in the wood. May we all have good fortune in 2014.
freethoughtandmetaphor 
Jan 03, 2014 @ 15:35:08
I like the tanka, but the description of the game in your first paragraph of comment on it seems even more a poem to me.
Jan 04, 2014 @ 02:00:00
Good morning,
Thank you for the poetry that flowed from your soul. Those images you bring forth in words create voices of my own childhood as I ran through the fields of Blythe and Keysville Georgia.
May you have a prosperous and successful 2014 too.
Shalom,
Patricia
Jan 04, 2014 @ 13:47:53
This is beautiful, Ellen. The wavy pattern of the wood is a perfect setting, and they remind me of the the sidewalks, mown lawns, tabletops and brick pathways that, by their shapes and colors, became the settings for some of our favorite childhood adventures.