August 5th, 2007

KK with Kanji

Alone again....

Once again, I'm a wildfire widow, as hubby is out in Montana, at the Sawmill Complex Wildland fire, in the Lolo NF.  The closest fire in the complex is something around 22 miles from Missoula.  I'm sure he'll be busy telling local people about things like evacuations and what the fire is doing starting today, which is a lot of what information officers do...let the people most affected know what's going on. 

Amazingly he has decent cell coverage where he is...some of it digital roaming, but he has been in places where he didn't have analog roaming.

Yesterday, I didn't write a single creative word.  Instead, I concentrated on getting hubby out of the house, going grocery shopping (harder to cook for one) and reading.

This morning I had to get up at five to give hubby a wakeup call...but I didn't sleep well. 

But I can play all my hard, edgy music over the stereo and not have to use headphones.  I shocked my niece (she's just about 22) when she found out that I would listen to Nickelback and Three Day's Grace...but I always have like edgy music.  And technopop.  And assorted other flavors of music, some of them very old, some of them pretty new.

I may be going to celebrate my 52nd birthday this month, but I am still the crazy girl I was back in the day...only the container has worn a bit.  And the contents are a bit wiser.

So today, I have promised myself I will go for a walk by the river (and take my camera), write something, and do the dishes. 

We'll see how far I go with my good intentions.
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KK with Kanji

Her Protector

Her Protector

Looking fair as a kami to his biased eye,
Kagome stepped out of the hot spring as twilight faded
Steam rose from the warm water, lapping each thigh
The rising moonlight touching her as she waded,
Turning water droplets down her creamy skin into pearls.

He hid in the shadows, not supposed to be there,
His ears flickering as he listened for any stray sound,
Any threat to the woman with the raven black hair
And the beautiful scent who had him quite bound
Unable to tear away his eyes as he kept guard.

As she left the water, wrapped her hair to dry,
He watched how the growing shadows kissed the shape of a breast,
Touched the curve of a hip; he gave the softest sigh
As she finished drying, grabbed her clothes and got dressed,
And lighting her lamp, walked back to camp.

When it was safe, and she was out of sight,
He jumped to the ground in a flash of silver and red,
Ready to begin the rituals of another night
When he pretends as she settles down to bed
That he does not have those urges to make her fully his.

Honor and integrity,
Embarrassment and propriety
Fear of rejection and past calamity
Sometimes makes fools for love.
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KK with Kanji

Toutousai: a Tanka

Fire breather stares
fang transformed into metal
sword magic by hammer --
wisdom  seems forgetful now
hiding cunning beneath age.

(I evidently really like the tanka form.  I keep writing them with great relish.)
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    The Anvil Chorus
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