If you wish to know
The depth of this person's heart,
Allow this person
To pour you a cup of tea.
Now, with this meager talent,
I shall play you a tune
And accompany it with a song.
"In the farthest courtyard of the manor
A madam is combing her hair
In a room illuminated
By a candle light -
Her face a flower,
Lips sweet cherry,
Hair draped like a willow.
The flame flicks.
Her eyes show a gleam.
With a smile she looks towards the door -
Just a gust of wind.
She lets out a sigh
And puts down her comb.
She wipes away the rogue on her cheeks
And bites her lower cherry lip.
She blows the candle out
And goes under her quilt.
It is another cold night.
Perhaps, tomorrow will be warmer?"
Comments
Hello Rainsprite
I don't know how I have managed to miss you over this current period of works by yourself. I like the descriptiveness of this write and the subject is handled delicately. A true geisha, not one of the later variety.