Teagan De Danaan

Form: Glosa

Texte

He came through luxuriant redwood trees
Bamboo groves set among hills
A temple half hidden in the green clouds
Its entrance was a ruin

Anchee Min

Glosa

He came through luxuriant redwood trees
an old warrior with his tales to tell
with his mellowed voice like a chiming bell
as he sets the stage to cast ancient spell
mystery of ages on eastern breeze.
Bamboo groves set among hills
whispering as a warrior sighs
his eyes follow where the eagle flies
among the clouds and azure skies
as he ponders upon hunters skills.
A temple half hidden in the green clouds
offered sanctuary's peace to his heart
the bloody tears of war stained jambart
replaced by fine-spun words of poet's art
forming the vitality of vibrant shrouds.
Its entrance was a ruin
where warrior poet told his story
of the old world honour and glory
now revealed with tales of history
to the clans of Everliving kin

©JGFarmer2013

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