From the scarlet Sun of the distant East,
she’s an almond-eyed porcelain goddess –
draped in fabric slowly spun
by five-thousand silkworms.

Rice paper fan clutched in gentle hand,
she postures for her Miyako Odori –
a graceful cherry blossom dance.

Groomed for this moment since childhood,
she’s the perfection of etiquette.
In the centuries of old,
her ancestors danced
as concubines
for the Emperor –
virginity on sale
to the highest bidder.
Out of respect for them,
she dances in their footsteps –
daughters of fallen cherry blossoms.

© Literary Remains

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