Last night I saw the Island of Dreams,
at first immersed in a green haze,
then, as it moved toward me, releasing
a vision of a black beach, glowing wild blue
like the phosphorescent squid rising
in Toyama Bay. It is the time, this night
in May, lunar time, to chant
the Black Madonna, the gypsy
Sarah rises from the deepest
caves of memory with her hands
full of new creation.
at first immersed in a green haze,
then, as it moved toward me, releasing
a vision of a black beach, glowing wild blue
like the phosphorescent squid rising
in Toyama Bay. It is the time, this night
in May, lunar time, to chant
the Black Madonna, the gypsy
Sarah rises from the deepest
caves of memory with her hands
full of new creation.
Like how the poem moves...
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I'll chant with you!
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Sea me, enchantress, see me
What words can I sing?
If I only knew I would
to the Black Madonna, chant
JP/davh
Hi Jules,
DeleteThanks for gifting me with your Tanka. So full of rich intensity.