Who am I ? A haibun with Tanka reversed …. by Jude
Image by Huda Nur from pixabay
From lore to legend
Through fables and myths construed
I’ve endured it all
Is it true I’m dark as sin
Noir and deep as emotion
So much has been said about who I am. So little of who I truly am remains.
In the middle ages, it was said that I was a witch, shifted to prowl the night and curse my enemies.
I laugh at this and yet I cannot recall, for I have seen through the Gifted’s eye.
My sight plunges into the depths of souls, and my instinct speaks as loud as the enemy’s howl upon a full moon night.
How is it that I can always tell what’s benign and what is sinister?
Who am I really?
Once in far-east Japan I was honoured and treasured, thought to help single ladies find worthy suitors.
I smile at…
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Thank you so much Reena for this🌸🌼🌷xoxo
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Interesting…
We had a black cat when I was a child. My father found him, just a kitten, alone and wandering about the factory. He brought him home. We called him Midnight. Then Midnight miraculously had kittens and became a she 😉 xo
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😊 My husband had claimed to identify the gender of newborn kittens, but when they grew up, it was exactly the opposite.
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Hehe, how sweet 🙂 xo
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This happens often, a happy mistake. 🙂
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black cat
and that
bad luck
street rat
black bird
freedom
slow to come
down
thru the ages
of rioting sages
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