NaPoWriMo #30
I Wish I Had Known A Kitsune When I Was Young
I wish I had known a Kitsune when I was young.
Like all foxes, they are happiest in the woods,
Growing wiser as the decades pass.
With wisdom comes additional tails,
Up to nine for the oldest of those fox spirits,
Evolving into a whitish, golden color as they gain power.
By the time they become centenarians, they are considered supreme spiritual beings.
Maybe it is important that they belong to a deity, if they are to be benevolent.
Maybe it is tragic to have no deity as they are then trickesters.
Maybe it is the balance of the celestial powers to have both.
Maybe it is a service to trick the greedy and guard the honest.
I wish I could see an older Kitsune shapeshift,
Becoming a beautiful woman, an old man or maybe even a young girl.
Hard as it is, they can be revealed if others see their tails, hard to hide sometimes.
If I were lucky, I might see a “sun shower”,
The secret magical procession of the fox wedding.
If I were lucky, I might catch sight of the foxfire lanterns that light their path.
If I were lucky, I would find them a good omen.
Starball, fox jewel, red pearl, sacred treasure,
Source of the fox-fire, carried in their mouth.
So would like to glance the container of the Kitsune lifeforce.
Yes, Lois! Love this poem! I can imagine a kitsune shapeshifting into a stunning man, woman, or precocious child. I wrote about kitsune at: https://www.caroehenry.com/p/kitsune. I wanted to feature another mythical creature.
THE QILIN
The Qliin has been sleeping
No use to keep on weeping
Men aren't great anymore
Rotten to their cores
How did we get to this ?
No man made the list
Everyone is out for themselves
The Qulin sits on a shelf
Only in this time of travail
We have to wait for evil
To be conquered
By the One who has mastered
The temptation of the world
Let the banners be unfurled
The Prince of Peace is coming soon
And the Qulin will arise before noon
Thank you , Caro !
Thank you, Theresa! Great poem! Yes, ‘men aren't great anymore / rotten to their cores’
Thank you, Lois !
I Wish I Had Known A Kitsune When I Was Young
I wish I had known a Kitsune when I was young.
Like all foxes, they are happiest in the woods,
Growing wiser as the decades pass.
With wisdom comes additional tails,
Up to nine for the oldest of those fox spirits,
Evolving into a whitish, golden color as they gain power.
By the time they become centenarians, they are considered supreme spiritual beings.
Maybe it is important that they belong to a deity, if they are to be benevolent.
Maybe it is tragic to have no deity as they are then trickesters.
Maybe it is the balance of the celestial powers to have both.
Maybe it is a service to trick the greedy and guard the honest.
I wish I could see an older Kitsune shapeshift,
Becoming a beautiful woman, an old man or maybe even a young girl.
Hard as it is, they can be revealed if others see their tails, hard to hide sometimes.
If I were lucky, I might see a “sun shower”,
The secret magical procession of the fox wedding.
If I were lucky, I might catch sight of the foxfire lanterns that light their path.
If I were lucky, I would find them a good omen.
Starball, fox jewel, red pearl, sacred treasure,
Source of the fox-fire, carried in their mouth.
So would like to glance the container of the Kitsune lifeforce.
Yes, Lois! Love this poem! I can imagine a kitsune shapeshifting into a stunning man, woman, or precocious child. I wrote about kitsune at: https://www.caroehenry.com/p/kitsune. I wanted to feature another mythical creature.
THE QILIN
The Qliin has been sleeping
No use to keep on weeping
Men aren't great anymore
Rotten to their cores
How did we get to this ?
No man made the list
Everyone is out for themselves
The Qulin sits on a shelf
Only in this time of travail
We have to wait for evil
To be conquered
By the One who has mastered
The temptation of the world
Let the banners be unfurled
The Prince of Peace is coming soon
And the Qulin will arise before noon
Thank you , Caro !
Thank you, Theresa! Great poem! Yes, ‘men aren't great anymore / rotten to their cores’
Thank you, Lois !