Maiden Hair Tumbles

Lit dew shimmers down maiden hair tumbles,
dragon scales hold poems in sunlight stems,

magpie songs clatter over scrawled names.
On a whim, cranes followed to jade peaks.


Lone magpie call sirens from ancient branches
cranes soar to jade peaks on the north wind.

Scribbled poems clustered on dragon scales,
golden maiden hair tumbles over slippery crags.


Crane formations fly north to jade peaks
over a thousand layers of magpie song.

Golden maiden hair tumbles under cloud white ridges
dragon scales line forest depths awaiting scrawled poems.


Poems line by line on dragon scales, lit dew
shimmers on tumbles of golden maiden hair.

Magpie calls rattle through cloud hollow caves
singing winds lead cranes north to jade peaks.


Variations on the poem Wandering Under Maiden Hair Tumbles from this set:

Picture one from here:

Picture two from here:

Picture three from here:

Picture four from here:


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A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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21 Responses to Maiden Hair Tumbles

  1. simonhlilly says:

    Nice! I like this visible, audible exploration. Like variations on a musical theme, not one is right or wrong, like the attempts to translate ( particularly from a language like Chinese or Japanese where symbols are happily multi-level), or the random musings of those standing in front of a picture in an art gallery..

    Sketches always show the workings of the mind, self absorbed, exploring, living, more than the proclaiming, self conscious ‘finished work’ ( perhaps my excuse to delay, delay….)

    I Ching : endless variation from a few dropped yarrow stalks….No Blame.

  2. D... says:

    At first I thought silver hair, because of rain, but then thought, golden hair, like sun beams. I’m not sure why I needed to understand the hair so much. But it seemed important to me that I did.

    • Shawna says:

      I was also most fascinated by what was going on with the hair. 🙂

      • Drum roll…

        Maiden Hair is a species of tree from China and Japan. ( And dragon scales “glisten amongst rain-swept pine bark” (paraphasing notes from Wang Wei’s poems).

        It’s really a wanderer happening through the middle of springs awakening. Just coated in mythical imagery.

        Thank you both for commenting, and being so inquisitive. Nice to think about ones writing.

      • Shawna says:

        “Maiden Hair is a species of tree from China and Japan.” … Oh, I love that!!! Thank you for filling us in.

  3. brian miller says:

    wow these are amazing…i love how you keep the same elements and move them around to evoke sucha different response….reading the first comment he is right it is like variations in music…sing it…smiles.

  4. Shawna says:

    Oh my, this is unreal. I am crazy over this line: “golden maiden hair tumbles over slippery crags”

  5. hedgewitch says:

    Artful word manipulation.

  6. chris says:

    I want to scribble poems on dragon scales!
    Beautiful poem and pictures.

  7. mairmusic says:

    A glorious set of images here and, as Brian says, so musical.

  8. Truedessa says:

    I enjoyed this one with a lyrical feel!

  9. Evelyn says:

    “dragon scales hold poems in sunlight stems,
    magpie songs clatter over scrawled names.”
    I love this, but I keep saying “sunlit”…

  10. poetcolette says:

    The golden maiden hair could be the paintbrush bristles,
    painting the poetry upon the dragon’s scales.

  11. hobgoblin2011 says:

    Fantastic. Really love the verse throughout, and couldn’t have paired the words with better accompanying artwork. Terrific job. thanks

  12. 1emeraldcity says:

    Lofty, magical, and most original. Love it!

  13. siubhan says:

    exquisite, as always. i love the image of poems on dragon scales…

  14. Uneven Stephen says:

    Fascinating form!

  15. Gay says:

    The words acting as more than words – notes on a clef, a refrain, a repeat; images moving – op, pop but not rock n roll – ancient references, modern take – very original. Kudos.

  16. Chazinator says:

    You always just blow me away. This is charming, mesmerizing, magical. I am taken into strange worlds when I read your poems, and I tend to linger there.

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