I've been reducing my own stories and longer poems to haiku form for well over a year now, so this is right up my alley.
Our Sovereign, a
god,
Has made his Imperial City
Out of the stretch of swamps,
Where chestnut horses sank
To their bellies.
Has made his Imperial City
Out of the stretch of swamps,
Where chestnut horses sank
To their bellies.
© Ōtomo Miyuki
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My distillation
sovereign city
fitting capital for god
with feet of clay
fitting capital for god
with feet of clay
A god with feet of clay is a fitting deity for those with heads of clay perhaps ;)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
ReplyDeleteExtraordinary well done JzB. I can see and read that it's your alley. Thank you for participating in this new challenge.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is a nice distillation.
ReplyDeleteMuslims believe man was made from such muddy clay....just saying because that's what came to me wee brain....well-done
ReplyDeleteWell said.
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