Tea on a Pale Blood Moon

 

A pale ghost of night

Illuminates my eyes

Ready to move without waver

 

Silently peacefully I stare at the tea before me

Ripples, a relfection of the soul

 

Without warning the glass tips

Spreading blood through my fingertips

 

Looking back at tainted ground

The air cuts asunder before me

 

Rain of blood drenches my clothes

Blood on my mouth, blood on my soul

 

Standing up the brittle glass shatters

Like rain I calm my soul

 

Walking away from death

Walking away from my bitter tea

 

 

Author's Note

A martial art poem based of a pattern in Iaido the first pattern (art of drawing the sword). Enjoy.

video of the pattern is below: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uI45UmymiaI

lol the person doing the cut isnt me haha

Reviews

[Nelo Maxwell]

Haunting and Beautiful

[TL Boehm]

wow. this is a visceral write. Controlled - yet deeply intense. Wonderfully done.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

I would like to send this to my son. He earned his brown belt at the age of 10. Not into it much anymore now earning a living. But he would really enjoy this one. Good choice of words

[Nansi London]

mmm...the words were exquisite here. What a clear and visual I received from them. I would say that I truly enjoy this poem, but I fear those words are not expressive enough. Alas, they must do for now, until the day some master philosopher weaves something far greater. Till then, may your muse forever walk hand and hand with you.
London

[Arsenic]

I really like this poem. Its flow is so smooth. The influence of the martial arts is extremely profound, and deep. The Asian martial arts flow of movenment is an art form in and of itself and the poem truly gains a great influence from it. Nicely done.

~Arsenic