Gion

by Thomas Andrews

Gion




Gion at dusk

dimlight from behind wooden slatted doors and windows
barely intrudes onto the shadowed street

Shijo bridge nearby

the templed hills move closer

suddenly a maiko hastens past almost noiselessly
carrying provisions to her mistress' tryst

her elaborate kimono and swift movement

her lacquered geta scraping the street

a vision of multicoloured fabrics whiteface flawless hair
swirling as the hyoshigi claps in sharp rhythm unseen

red lanterns ignite

in the interval of her passing
i become the anachronism

rows of noren snap




Gion, Kyoto


Thomas Andrews is an ex-Tokyo resident and poet who now lives in Vancouver. Gion was first read at the Tokyo Rose performence poetry event in 1998.
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