Ths a poem that will be on my first CD with poetry and music by me. It will
be called "O'Grady And Mount Fuji" and based on my travels in Japan a few
years ago.
REIKO'S MUSEUM ROOM
Static Samurai armour
with business-like sword
in its glas case, preserved,
along with arrows and long-bow,
stands sentinel to a noble lady's
sedan chair, worn and covered with dust
awaits its mistess and servants
to carry it again on another quiet journey.
A sample of silk thread
twined in a secret drawer,
the kettle cols and unhooked from the kashindo,
the travellling hob with ash
boxed and long waiting like the chair,
while the devil mask snarls in
silence and watches over
the scene from a corner
of this private museum room.
We sense these remnants
from an earlier age would
tell their timeless tales of intrigue
about the people who animated them
if they could, about the times before
each became a mute testimony
to the past they survive merely as artefacts.
bw
James
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