Scenes from Hiroshige’s Emperor’s Road
stated editorial assistant, and sage, the Froster: 'Tama, our friend Alan Catlin is a very gifted poet'
and assistant ed. Tama replied, 'yes, of course he is! and let's do another post of his poetry"
and thus, gentle readers, poetry from Alan. . .
Merchants and travelers
seek refuge in village
alongside the floating
river. The journey is long
and the temptations are
many along the way.
Tradesmen and women
display their wares;
long are the nights
spent in reverie and joy!
Gagaku Dream
Court musicians dressed
in ceremonial robes wear
Noh masks; hands move,
strings quiver, taut drum
skins are tapped; not one
sound is heard.
In the hearth, a fire is burning.
Sudden rain squalls
on mountain roads
to the village;
only the rich
can afford fine
woven silk jackets,
everyone else
wears straw!
Along windy beach
fishermen haul
their nets from
the sea. As night
falls the human
chain is unbroken;
the catch still far
from shore.
Miya
Pilgrim disembark from
chartered sail boats
near the Atsuka shrine
where one of three scared
treasure of Japan is stored.
Here the sword, outside,
someone has planted
chrysanthemum
Terminus
Crossing the Great Sanjo
Bridge, temples and geisha
huts await. In the distance
high mountains surround
the capital, Kyoto.
thank you, Frosty and Tama, thank you, Alan
see you in a moment
ayaz daryl nielsen
darylayaz@gmail.com (and/or) darylayaz@me.com
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