Samurai Amidst Cherry Blossoms 3 [Elegy of Ribbons]

by Alastre Zidler

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


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 © 2020 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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