Female To Honor
Female Sempai, Geisha for her Man,
has not shed her feminine garb.
No replacement theology of female kimono
designing of tailored and defiant underhand.
. Her graceful steel honor honored still. in your gaze Blossoms bloom in beauty’s shade,
Elysia dances in a blaze.
Silken postulance gleams like golden dawn,
shining beacon of value borrowed form,
from a garden of maturity amongst
fresh starts humble but proudly born
against the dark tides of nightfall of gender,
but you swim stalwartly, gracefully rendered,
and tendered as priceless currency.
Unquestioned in your abide, even still in your traditional strides, you magically float.
Your curtain call and mode never surrendered,
your place not lost in new lies.
but stand tall and properly postured,
call forth to Godzilla or Gamera children,
taming these monsters with your aura-
of Mothera Den.
In a tale of the dance of shadows and light,
lance in kitten spoiling,
covers mouth giggling, endearing-
respect full waxing Moon of the Sun,
never eclipsed, never outdone, outshined or
parted sum.
Gentle hand waving soft,
identity, tight-rope, mastery.
Matriarch of many a cleansing breath,
in the balanced sense a)
You teach us that gentle always
bends things to its will. b),
You remember the roles of the old ways,
the tried and true enlightened pathway that turns blossoms to honey, pollinates
a sweet way to hold our eyes aglaze.
Graceful steel, a warrior’s part,
in the lines of a woman,
a warrior’s heart, refined adaptogen
you know how to play in chameleon arts.
Strength and beauty intertwined,
In her presence, peace you find
in her precision wrappings Man's great gift
you are that and of the receiving of God's in kind.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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