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Leaving Uji

08 Sunday Oct 2017

Posted by Candia in art, Arts, Literature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Writing

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Cherry Blossom, Genji, Kaoru, Murasaki Shikibu

 

(Metropolitan Museum Art http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/55.94.1.2;

Momoyama period. Tale of Genji)

 

…difficult to leave –

the cherry blossoms in bud

and also the mists

from the mountains, in evening.

She had misgivings,

but put on her floral robes

for the city move.

She thought of her dead sister.

Kaoru offered his service.

She was so distressed.

Poignancy of rose plum scent

tinctured memories.

She gifted her combs to nuns

and the carriages arrived.

 

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Waning Moon

13 Wednesday Sep 2017

Posted by Candia in Arts, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Psychology, Relationships, Romance, Writing

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Cherry Blossom, choka, Genji, Lady of Orange Blossoms, Murasaki Shikibu, waning moon

 

Even after death,

entrenched jealousy persists,

tainting a man’s new

relationships, endeavours,

with melancholy.

Lady of Orange Blossoms,

you were a comfort.

The cherry branches broken;

exile no place for spouses.

Stripped of his office,

a cock crowed as he discussed

memories, regrets.

The waning moon obscured him:

his a shadowy future?

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Hurano-jinja

31 Monday Jul 2017

Posted by Candia in art, Arts, Community, History, Poetry, Religion, Writing

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Cherry Blossom, Hurano-jinja, Kazan

(Photo by Brian Adler: Wikipedia)

 

The cherry blossom

began in Kazan’s reign* and

his mausoleum

marks the resting place of one

who preferred to be a monk.

 

  • Emperoro Kazan

Tennō Kazan detail.jpg

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What MI6 Didn’t Tell Us

16 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Candia in Arts, Humour, Poetry, Suttonford, television

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Blue Peter badge, Cherry Blossom, detective work, Enid Blyton, Expulsion from Eden, Honor Blackman, I-Spy, Keyhole Kate, KGB, Man from UNCLE, Mata Hari, MI6, rescue mission, spying

Having had a nostalgic conversation regarding childhood reading matter, I went

home and unearthed a poem I had written years ago on the same topic that

Carrie, Clammie, Brassie and I had discussed in Costamuchamoulah cafe earlier

in the day.

Here it is!

What MI6 Didn’t Tell Us

That summer Enid Blyton had a lot

to answer for. We all turned detective,

solving mysteries, prying into what

was forbidden fruit, having invective

shrapnelled at us by parkies and wardens.

If someone chucked an Embassy packet

over a hedge, into neighbours’ gardens,

we deduced that a KGB racket

was involved.  Honor Blackman and Mata

Hari, The Man from UNCLE, Keyhole Kate

were our role models.  We conserved data-

benchmarks, registration numbers lent weight

to our magnified evidence.  We saved string,

coins for the phone, balloons, Elastoplast,

an old police whistle, chalk and anything

useful for a rescue mission.  We passed

some hours on a cemetery wall,

keeping watch on a newly-opened grave,

convinced that bodysnatchers at nightfall

would steal the corpse and we would be the brave

Famous Five, Secret Seven, defending

decency, earning a Blue Peter badge.

There would be no use in them pretending

innocence, as by our espionage,

we had collected many fingerprints

with Cherry Blossom, to eliminate

the guiltless from our enquiry.  Hints

on disguising one’s appearance and gait

were avidly studied,  But penknives’

blades suddenly folded, keys were returned

when one gang member divulged human lives’

origin, so-called facts of life.  Cheeks burned

and we decided to investigate

no more.  Shortly after we would trail boys,

but only in the manner of I-Spy,

and not with the sophisticated poise

which fabricates an instant alibi.

We were to some extent still in the dark

and flaming angels barred us from the park.

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My name is Candia. Its initial consonant alliterates with “cow” and there are connotations with the adjective “candid.” I started writing this blog in the summer of 2012 and focused on satire at the start.

Interspersed was ironic news comment, reviews and poetry.

Over the years I have won some international poetry competitions and have published in reputable small presses, as well as reviewing and reading alongside well- established poets. I wrote under my own name then, but Candia has taken me over as an online persona. Having brought out a serious anthology last year called 'Its Own Place' which features poetry of an epiphanal nature, I was able to take part in an Arts and Spirituality series of lectures in Winchester in 2016.

Lately I have been experimenting with boussekusekeika, sestinas, rhyme royale, villanelles and other forms. I am exploring Japanese themes at the moment, my interest having been re-ignited by the recent re-evaluations of Hokusai.

Thank you to all my committed followers whose loyalty has encouraged me to keep writing. It has been exciting to meet some of you in the flesh- in venues as far flung as Melbourne and Sydney!

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