Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Hungry, A Tanka Prose

When I first tasted her kiss, it was like spring water coming from the green slopes of a hill. For six years, her succulent words quenched my thirst. Now, the spring of our life starts to run dry.

she tells a lie
to conceal another
at the banquet
I stack oyster shells
one inside the other

Contemporary Haibun Online, 12:2, July 2016