Japanese print maker, Kaoro Kawano (1916 – 1965).
She’s tressed in umber
and the scattered spill of sky.
She holds the earth still;
turns her face into the sun,
as woodpeckers braid her hair.
..
an ekphrastic tanka, for Toads.
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This is beautiful and dreamy
Oh, that last line is simply delicious. The words are a perfect description of the image. She looks so relaxed, just like one would expect a person would look if someone else is touching his or her hair.
Absolutety beautiful! What a sweet conceit.
Beautiful! I love the use of tressed as a verb.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!❤️
I love your opening lines–truly a singular visual, rich and real–and of course, the rest lives up to them perfectly.
This is a sweet idyll you’ve created.
Oh, I love this. I needed its gentleness on this night of insomnia.