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fandomhigh2021-06-08 07:39 am
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The Art of Haiku; Tuesday, Third Period [05/11].6/08].
The weather today wasn't exactly going to be condusive to poetry in the park....or at least not poetry in Fandom's park, which was fine by Shunsui, as he had been saving a particular class for a day just like this one that would involve a nice little field trip, so hopefully the students were ready for a bit of a portal hop, though why anyone would object to spending a little time in a beautiful Japanese garden to lounge about and write poetry was well beyond his understanding.
"Welcome to Taizō-in, ducklings," Shunsui announced as they stepped through the portal onto the conveniently lush grounds on a splendidly sunny and just-right coolness, "in northwestern Kyoto, where we shall find ourselves able to embark on a truly authentic Japanese poetry writing experience ♥. Today," he started walked, his robes billowing around him despite the slight breeze in the air not being nearly strong enough for such an effect, "we will be participating in Kyokusui-no-en, or 'winding stream party'. Such parties were quite popular with Japanese nobility and poets, where they would go to a beautiful location to enjoy the winding of a stream or the blossoming of the flowers or the falling of snow, play games usually involving poetry, drink enthusiastically, and see where the night may lead them...♥."
There was nothing subtle about that grin to suggest exactly where that might have been.
"A winding stream party poetry game is simple," he continued, as he gestured toward the winding stream they now found themselves at. "We will each take a seat here on the shore, and it works out well with our numbers, two on each side. Someone will set a cup of sake....well, traditionally sake, since this is a class," he certainly wouldn't call out anyone's underage status, because they knew who they were, "we have instead a refreshing tea ♥...into the water. Participants must then challenge themselves to compose a poem within the time limit set by the passage of the cup floating towards them on the water. When the cup reaches the poet, they must then drink its contents, either in celebration of the poem's completion or as a forfeit if they have not composed a suitable verse in time. Pretty simple, neh ♥? So find a spot you feel is a comfortable distance for poem composition, and I will pour some tea and set the cup loose, and we'll see how you do ♥.
"Any volunteers for our first poet ♥?" he then asked, settling down on a nice spot and lifting the cup and his jug, ready to pour for some poetry.
"Welcome to Taizō-in, ducklings," Shunsui announced as they stepped through the portal onto the conveniently lush grounds on a splendidly sunny and just-right coolness, "in northwestern Kyoto, where we shall find ourselves able to embark on a truly authentic Japanese poetry writing experience ♥. Today," he started walked, his robes billowing around him despite the slight breeze in the air not being nearly strong enough for such an effect, "we will be participating in Kyokusui-no-en, or 'winding stream party'. Such parties were quite popular with Japanese nobility and poets, where they would go to a beautiful location to enjoy the winding of a stream or the blossoming of the flowers or the falling of snow, play games usually involving poetry, drink enthusiastically, and see where the night may lead them...♥."
There was nothing subtle about that grin to suggest exactly where that might have been.
"A winding stream party poetry game is simple," he continued, as he gestured toward the winding stream they now found themselves at. "We will each take a seat here on the shore, and it works out well with our numbers, two on each side. Someone will set a cup of sake....well, traditionally sake, since this is a class," he certainly wouldn't call out anyone's underage status, because they knew who they were, "we have instead a refreshing tea ♥...into the water. Participants must then challenge themselves to compose a poem within the time limit set by the passage of the cup floating towards them on the water. When the cup reaches the poet, they must then drink its contents, either in celebration of the poem's completion or as a forfeit if they have not composed a suitable verse in time. Pretty simple, neh ♥? So find a spot you feel is a comfortable distance for poem composition, and I will pour some tea and set the cup loose, and we'll see how you do ♥.
"Any volunteers for our first poet ♥?" he then asked, settling down on a nice spot and lifting the cup and his jug, ready to pour for some poetry.
Talk to Shunsui - AoH, 06/08.
The fact that he couldn't really recall them too well was just proof that they'd been good, right?