crescent moon fades into the empty sky
a women’s hair unfurls, and unfurls as rice stocks sink, and sink
a neighbours gaze cranes over a wall of a thousand bricks
words simply won’t come to roost under a strangers watch
Crescent moon retreats into an empty sky,
rice stocks plummet as a women’s hair grows long.
Over heaven tall walls a passerby arches her gaze,
words simply won’t roost under a strangers watch.
Image one found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futakuchi-onna
Image two found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rokurokubi
Walking in a yokai wonderland.