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Tsuki To Akai Yukata |
| Written by August Blackwood | |
| Friday, 04 July 2008 | |
Fields of rice are breezed with wind against mud. The mud is soft and ripples bounce back and forth. A clan of villagers, Their skin looks grey, The night taken upon them. A tadpole jumps from the water, Joyful at its jump And somberness means its dive. Crow's flapping on the wrong day On the wrong hour, Cawing with each silent thump of feet. The Moon, its smile gazing, Frozen in indifference. Smiling for all to see, Even if no one could. Its eyes sunken in darkness Despite of its light. Its piercing subtlety sends shivers Down the bamboo trunks, Sound asleep in an empty dream of leaves. Crackles trickle down. Eyes circling every organic figure, Creeping under their sight. A child in her yukata, Trips against the loose stones, Each shining silver, One now dotted red. Cicadas cry and the villagers move on, Feet moving like water against air, Bare soles for striking silence against stone.
The Moon smiles on.
Faces and legs Scraped with thorns and twigs, Villagers crouch in An ancient forest, the field still in sight. Bugs scratch and bite, "You're not welcome!" their buzzing cries. Thomp, thomp, thomp, Hooves approach And birds land, Frozen and in waiting.
A villager breaks his position To view the moon, It's smile shooting at his face among A wide and complex forest. But the man Sees neither smile Nor eye, For what he saw Was only a rabbit, Immobile on the silver disc.
A laugh echoes across the field, Hooves stomp, And horses neigh. And a girl in her red yukata is lifted from the earth. Screams of pain and fear Mingle with lower-pitched laughter of men. A swift silver shine Silences the former of the two. More red to dot another silver rock.
And the Moon smiles on As faces under the trees Release their tears, Cicadas growing louder, Sounding out the cold silence.
Copyright 2008 August Blackwood |
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