Tanka: Prison

They came in the night
Nobody saw or heard them
Our world stripped away
There were signs which we ignored
Putting a price on freedom

Copyright Francis 2022

Tanka: Media Dispelled!

I am still breathing
The sun still rises each day
I am sovereign;
There’s nothing between nature
and me – media dispelled!

Copyright Francis 2022

Once you had meaning

Now a shell of shrinking means –

church in name only

But once you were healing us,

drawing down the ether’s light

Copyright Francis 2021

A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair

For years I believed
They foisted lies upon me
Light comes to me now
Even unto the world’s end
You are not deserting me