Monday, July 15, 2013

whispers

by mary c fogg




in old times
before the

north men came,
i wandered

through the long
corridors

of the great
jade palace

at midnight,
listening

to whispers
of intrigue

against the
emperor

and i heard
many strange

things under
heaven, things

great sages
never dreamed

now i sit
beside my

little hut
high in the

cold mountains
listening

to the leaves
whispering

like the young
handmaidens



and the old
generals

in the jade
palace, o

you foolish
mortals, cast

aside your
wickedness

greed and pride
and listen

to the leaves
at midnight