Tanka Poem

Soft the ev’ning falls,
Like feathered goodbyes waving
And in the silent
Hours of the glooming night shroud
I mark your dissolution
 
The night you took flight
The owls sang our liebestod
The clocks kept singing
Their soulful prothalamion
And the streets had lost their names
 
The OED has prothalamium, derived from Spenser's Prothalamion, but wow, what an awesome word.
 
It is, is t it?? I could say it all day, over and over!! Haha!! I only discovered it when I read Angela Carter’s short story remake of Little red riding hood . Her story is called ‘The Company of wolves’
 
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