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Samurai Amidst Cherry Blossoms 3 [Elegy of Ribbons]
by Alastre ZidlerTrickery.
A steel moon
Writes pages in red;
The swansect wings flutter,
Yet below is where she soars.
Oh, would the knife embrace
Where doll arms cannot cut
Perched upon a hill
A temple
A cherry grove
A white ribbon
A brimming grave
The carving is intricate,
Applered upon his chest
A maiden trailing ropes
Bathing gods in flame
A swan she cradled softly
In swaying ropes and ribbons
While cherry blossoms
Floated on the wind
A dream of deep drowning
Wrapped in ropes and legs
The feathermask falls
Beneath, his smile is hideous
And he is bloodshed
To a maiden in white
12/03/2003 Author's Note: It's been a while since I wrote a SACB piece... Does this one feel right?
Posted on 12/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Alastre Zidler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 12/04/03 at 01:07 AM Wow, amazing! I'm glad I checked the recent posting list! I loved the overall set up and how it just rolls of my tongue. |
| Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 01/28/04 at 05:28 AM I like the attention this gives to detail |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/15/04 at 08:28 PM Yes, this one feels right. A better picture of the whole experience unfolds and settles some in this piece. I can't wait for the next. It's a saga. |
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