Treehouse Camping - #TankaTuesday #tankaprose #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity @YvetteMCalleiro

Hello, beautiful readers! For today's #TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge, Selma invited us to explore the photography of Paul Szlosek. I encourage you to click on his name and check out his photos. They are fantastic! I chose the photo below and decided to write a tanka prose, which is a paragraph of prose and a tanka.

(image courtesy of Paul Szlosek)

Treehouse Camping

When I was little, my dad was stationed in Vicksburg, Mississippi, for three years. We lived in a brick house on Melrose Road. Behind our house, our yard rapidly descended toward a creek that would rise every time a bad storm came through. On that incline was a huge tree, so my dad built my sister and me a treehouse across its several large trunks. As far as we were concerned, it was a mansion, and all our friends loved to visit. I miss those days where a simple treehouse was enough to satisfy the soul.

treehouse summer nights

sleeping bags up high in tree

crickets serenade

lantern glow illuminates

imagination set free

Would you like to write a poem based on one of Paul's photos? Join us here.