Monkey King
Monkey King in your temple of gold.
I saw you in Nikko,
Wearing your beautiful fur coat,
Lined with royal blue tapestry.
You wore baubles and beads,
To denote your rank.
You were lord of your gang,
Bullybang, you sat by the road,
Waved hello, and goodbye,
And as I left your town,
You were the last one I saw,
Up in a bare winter's tree.
16 comments:
Wow, I love the word "bullybang"! Nice, piece, Annell.
Awesome Magpie!
Thanks for visiting my place.
:)
Has a strong hint of something like
"I saw a monkey god,
sitting in a tree..."
but that might very well just be my read on it. I like it.
-- K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Omnipresent and haunting!
Beautifully written, Annell!
Fantastic ending "a bare winter's tree" just loved it!
That was a terrific ending!
love the flow of this..song-like
i love the fantasy of this piece, excellent magpie.
you are getting better and better each week
no end in sight
I enjoyed this tale
Terrific piece, Annell. It transports us
to China, to India, to some timeless
realm you let us inhabit; lots of Zen
tinges as you are the poetic wanderer.
Love the image of the Monkey King in the tree...the myths that string humanity together....Nice Magpie..bkm
Annell, no, I wasn't suggesting you used someone else's story. Not at all. I was thinking about the rhythm of your last line, which made me think of
"Someone and Somebody,
sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
which all the kids used to chant any time they saw a girl talking to a boy, when I was a kid. But I'm probably older than you are.
I certainly didn't mean anything else at all, and I apologize if I gave you that impression. It just twigged an old memory, that's all.
-- Kay, Alberta, Canada
Each time I visit, I am in awe of your June sunset...
Yes, the monkey king... still high in the branches of his throne.
Magical and musical. Love this piece - the last lines are stunning.
You captured the monkey king in your temple of beautiful words Annell! :-)
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