Flame flicked through bamboo groves.
Light breaks on jade peaks.
A shard of bark without inscription
rests under bamboo flowers
that contains the universe,
and everything outside of it.
No tracks line the ground,
no burn marks the leaves.


Gibbons howl. Lamp light sinks. Wakefulness tangles
with tea smoke, drifts into moth laden airs. Cedar forests

spring from pregnant emptiness. Past emerald
sentinels bounds a dull colourless flame yet nothing

burns. The kettle whistles, the door shudders.
Since your last visit, a thousand-year tiger roar still echoes.


First image found here:

Second image found here:


About skyraftwanderer

A person who enjoys writing short story things, poetry and other random things that come into my head.
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11 Responses to Kirin

  1. rompoetry says:

    Lovely, rich imagery. Thank you for this.

  2. Mohana says:

    Love the rich imagery…reminds me of Africa, and all its mysteries.

  3. Jessica says:

    I love the mystical eastern philosophy in the first verse. Of course its present through out the poem.

  4. ManicDdaily says:

    especially lovely close. Well done. k.

  5. Mystical imagery…love the ending.

  6. kelly says:

    oh, i am in love with those last lines…. perfect

  7. 1emeraldcity says:

    You wave your wand, Sky, and there is always magic. This is no exception. The images are rich and golden. Absolutely beautiful!!

  8. sonny says:

    for its genre…its a stunning piece…lovely really….

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