Passion

Your indulgence, my love, for our passion knows no bound or season

Do you remember
The lone plum tree blossoming
In the cherry hills?
We met, then found each other
As cats in love danced
Under rosy-fingered sun.
My dreams were welcome,
Those leaves sweeter than any soft
Grass for my pillow.
You let me visit your home
And then at the third
It was time to change our robes.
Oh, how romantic!
When we moved to the house in
The sixth together.
The cool nights barely quenching
Smouldering passion.
You held me during plum rain
And supported me
When I took the civil exams.
The coming of fall
You went to the eastern shore
At Tanabata
Watching the white waves roll up
The autumn rain when
We went by the woodland stream
Had us laughing though
I was left soaked to the bone.
The water dried up
We went to the winter grove.
Winter seclusion-
Oh! Best spent between the quilts.
We kept ourselves warm,
The brazier hardly needed.
Our parents came by-
How long until we go and
Start searching for plum blossoms?

Hanka

On the first full moon
I saw you sneaking around
Thwack!- Your victim struck.
Watch over your shoulder lest
Your search for plum blossoms end.
Sugawara no Tokihira

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Cloud Peaks

The cloud peaks remind
Of far off hills and the least
Familiar of trees-
Sugawara no Tokihira

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The Tale of Jorun Aragunnrsdottir

Hear now the tale of Jorun Aragunnrsdottir
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
With nought but a sword she’s but fit for the slaughter
But by her stout efforts the bravest foemen shall quake.

A warrior unclothed will soon find herself in distress
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
You need not go on a quest for a seamstress
So skilled is she at sewing she need not be awake.

Traveling on a campaign may seem to be grim
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
Embroidery, needlework, add in some trim
With such subtle touches the doldrums she’ll shake.

Weapons and armor are the least of her need
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
Marching to war, it’s her clansmen she’ll feed
Delights for the palate she’ll cook and she’ll bake.

None said before is her most valuable feature
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
Prized above all is her role as a teacher
Spreading knowledge about for Society’s sake.

Here starts the tale of Jorun Aragunnrsdottir
For fighting alone does not a shield-maiden make
With nought but a sword she’s but fit for the slaughter
But by her stout efforts the bravest foemen shall quake.

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Unicorns, Dire Wolves, and Platypi, Oh My

So no shit, there I was, facing off once again against Torquil the Black Bull, bane of my clan, when out of the woods stepped the oddest assortment of creatures a man had ever laid eyes on.  Leading the procession was a Fey creature riding a rainbow unicorn, mane Sparkling in the wind.  A man with a Fear-some visage riding a blue unicorn was next to follow, though the beast moved oddly.  Another unicorn Swiftly galloped to join the others, tossing its head irritably when the rider called out “Whoa, Maude!”  A stag and a moose (each bearing riders) burst from the woods, pursued by a man wearing Silvertoed boots and  riding a dire wolf.

And then the most fearsome creature known to man entered the clearing.  Venom dripped ominously from wicked spurs on its legs.  A huge mouth gaped open, surely able to crush the skulls of its victims.  A flat tail, near unto a beaver’s, slammed the ground, shaking the earth as it approached. Yes, my friends, it was the… Dire Platypus!

Taking advantage of the confusion, I jumped onto the back of the Black Bull.  Surprised, the Bull charged Maude.  The rider swiftly drew her sword and spurred Maude back into a gallup.  A fence ran between us, and as we neared each other, the rider struck at me.  I belatedly swung back, but the Bull had already carried past the duo.  At the end of the fence, I brought the Bull under control, but the rider charged me again.  The Bull, never one to meet a threat any way but head-on, fought off my hand and flew with reckless abandon down the fence-line again.  Seeing no other choice, I struck my opponent a mighty blow.

The others found this to be great sport, and soon my fields were trampled to mud by clashing opponents.  And to my great surprise, the Fey broke a glamour on the blue unicorn, which was revealed to be a brace of dire chihuahuas.  Although I did my best to drive these mysterious creatures off my land, it was not until the Fey emerged victorious did they finally leave.

And that, me laddies, is why the land at Seige of Talonval is so torn up.

Scattered Orange Blossoms

The Emperor calls
I accompany him to
the Summer Palace
The orange blossoms will scatter
Ere I return, my princess
Sugawara no Tokihira

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Young Maple

Cooling on the porch
I think of when I lay in
A young maple’s shade

The fragrant south wind kisses
Young leaves switching clothes at last
Sugawara no Tokihira

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Willow

Behold the willow
Leaves yarn on an inkle loom
Roots seek new knowledge
One branch will grow into tree
When trained by Lady Gwynneth
Sugawara no Tokihira

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