GEISHA GIRL AND THE CHERRY TREE KING

GEISHA GIRL AND CHERRY TREE KING

A face painted

White as a virgin lily

Lips fiery red rose

Cheeks pink pompom rouge

Eyes with black liners

A black pansy juice

The pretty geiko

Dressed her flowing shiny tresses like fragrant reed sticks

In an elegant bun

With subdued kanzashi pins and a colourful hair comb

Stood the stout yet

Though dainty Geisha girl

Proudly with delicate curves

Draped in a kimono called

 Susohiki

Bowing courteously to the Lords wishes

She massaged his muscles on tips of her toes

Served him by a quaint room lit

Chopsticks with bok choy, bamboo shoots

Wasabi, daikon, galangal and

 Nishikigoi…. (Koi fish or Japanese Carp)

Just like precious Geisha harps

Entertained him with dancing

To the Geisha girl song

And Japanese music Hôgaku

Pondered her womanly soul

An enigma she’d unravel

Like a cherry tree warm and whole

Her King Lord Omo Thrumbrant Twig stole

The limelight quickly like a love arrow thrust in her soul

Whilst the Geisha girl

The cherry tree bird

Called Japonica Miq

Sung her notes of harmony gracefully and quick

As her slender gestures blended

Amazing and astonishingly

It ruptured with rapture the cherry tree twig

The many customers upon its twigs that flew singing sweetly

The Japonica Miq

Upon their merry barks and branches

Geisha girls pearls of wisdom spake

Requiting tender affection

Answered the King’s question:

King Lord Omo Thrumbrant Twig;

“Our sprigs and branches

Who delivers fruits

Cherries on our tree

Ripe and red its drupes

To the King in his chariot

In clusters upon his merry twigs

And barks

Pray tell us Japonica Miq

Who makes us laugh?”

Then the Japonic Miq bird Geisha Lady replied;

“With our merry wing

And chirps full of cheer

Shall we never cease

To sing and dance

Upon his twigs and merry barks

And share his fruits of labour

Cherries on his tree

Ripe and red its drupes

That the King in his chariot

Munches gleefully

Upon his twigs and merry barks

Shall we never cease

To sing and amuse

The King Lord Omo Thrumbrant Twig

And cherries growing abundantly

In clusters everywhere

That we geisha girls deliver

In his royal chariot

There is no other bird

Who truly captivates

King Lord Omo Thrumbarant Twig

Such as we the Japonica Miq!”

The Japonica Miq

Or the gray bird’s cherry

Portrayed happily her gait, mystery and charm

And her secret composure to seat with men

Of varied culture and races

Equally with grace and charm

Treating every single masculine energy

With her feminine wiles

Yinyang

As a majestic King of a majestic clan

Breathing forth the tree with life

Full with splendour

“Inochi No Ki”

Merry chirps, boisterous chants

Gusty howls of windy bowels

And chatter of mumbling sages

Through leaves and branches

The jovial Geisha, Japs Japonica Miq

And her Lord Omo King Thrust Thrumbrant Twig

Said they to one another

Lord Omo Thrumbrant Twig;

“Will you teach me to dance

None ever saw nor heard

Or even seen thy slender movements

And expressions so wise and graceful

Thine countenance bears

Teach me! Teach me! Teach me!

I pray if you can

O’ mother bird like a game on a chess board

Six different types of pieces we’d play

King, rook, bishop, queen, knight and pawn

To the shrill tweets thy beak plays

Soulfully we declare is pure music to our ears

We’d dance and sway

 Our merry twigs

To its lilting notes and

With a ladder climb

To obey your command

Those entranced and embraced with zeal

The twigs, branches, sprigs and leaves

Such gay livid bystanders

Called collectors

To see our cherries ripe and plump

Our gusty twigs and boughs

Fall into farmers baskets

One by one

Filling their gauntlets with rapture and glee

Would dance all gaily in line

To your rhythm and composure

The spectators, collectors

Farmers as well

O’ dear beautiful dancing Geisha Japonica Miq bird lady

Or the gray bird’s cherry!”

Said the Japonica Miq bird

 Geisha lady

To the twig King Lord Omo Thrumbrant

“Surely if you’d dance with me

The Yinyang branch

That supports the cherry tree

I’d breathe life into your roots and stems

By my footnotes

Dainty bird feet tap taping

And tweets of my magical keys called beaks

Upon thy glossy leaves and twigs

Come spring they’d turn dark green

Come autumn then yellow and orange flickered

Sire Twig Lord Omo Thrumbrant

I beseech thee to follow me

With eyes and sweet caresses

Of thy hands so sweet and loving

As tenderly I balance my toes and legs

On your swollen nodes and nymphets

Called cherries of romance

So said the Geisha girl to her King”

And surprisingly the Twig King Lord Omo learnt to dance

Just like the Geisha Japonica Miq

To her every curve and prance

Like Yinyang

Merrily he danced

The Geisha girl and King

Along with cherries of romance

Kissing sprouting buds

“Sakura”

“Bai-Bai”

“Sayonara”

Said she tearfully to her merry King at last

Biding him thus a goodbye dolefully

The Geisha Japonica Miq

Spread her wings and flapped away

Upon his face a mirthful grin reappeared

 That would last eternally

Though revealed a sorrowful backdrop

Chagrined by a sanguine love flame song

Thence shall we all remember

The proud Geisha girl and soulful Cherry tree King

Of the Yinyang branch!