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fandomhigh2022-04-11 03:36 am
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The Art of Poetry; Monday, First Period [04/11].
"Good morning, ducklings ♥!"
Comfortable cushions set out in a circle? A nice pot of tea to be enjoyed? An instructor with a sleepy smile and very little actual plans for the lesson today? Sounds like yet another week in poetry class!
But there had been a plan for today's lesson, and so Shunsui was just going to get right to it. "Now, I do hope you've both remembered our little assignment from last week," he drawled, 'where we discussed a few poems based on paintings and I challenged you to come up with you ownshare those poems than today, neh ♥? I'll even start, as I've whipped up one of my own ♥."
With that, Shunsui presented a print of his chosen painting, Plum Tree in Snow by Hiroaki Takahashi, cleared his throat in a mildly dramatic fashion, and began:
"A soft, light drumming on the parasol overhead
Are they the wet, droplet of snow that steadily swirl in the air
--or the blossoms finally releasing their hold
on the promise of a season now passed?
Or perhaps just my own footsteps
Or the gentle beat
Of a steady heart."
He let the words hang there for a moment, as if made of the very snow he meant to embody with them, and then smiled at his two fledgling poetry enthusiasts.
"And who would like to go next ♥?
"Also," he added, not even a beat later, as if he'd only just now remembered, "if I'm not mistaken, last week is our final week of the class, so I'd like you to spend some time between now and then composing one last poem, any theme or style, to finish this up ♥. But, for now... " And he looked over expectantly to see who might have one ready for this week.
Comfortable cushions set out in a circle? A nice pot of tea to be enjoyed? An instructor with a sleepy smile and very little actual plans for the lesson today? Sounds like yet another week in poetry class!
But there had been a plan for today's lesson, and so Shunsui was just going to get right to it. "Now, I do hope you've both remembered our little assignment from last week," he drawled, 'where we discussed a few poems based on paintings and I challenged you to come up with you ownshare those poems than today, neh ♥? I'll even start, as I've whipped up one of my own ♥."
With that, Shunsui presented a print of his chosen painting, Plum Tree in Snow by Hiroaki Takahashi, cleared his throat in a mildly dramatic fashion, and began:
"A soft, light drumming on the parasol overhead
Are they the wet, droplet of snow that steadily swirl in the air
--or the blossoms finally releasing their hold
on the promise of a season now passed?
Or perhaps just my own footsteps
Or the gentle beat
Of a steady heart."
He let the words hang there for a moment, as if made of the very snow he meant to embody with them, and then smiled at his two fledgling poetry enthusiasts.
"And who would like to go next ♥?
"Also," he added, not even a beat later, as if he'd only just now remembered, "if I'm not mistaken, last week is our final week of the class, so I'd like you to spend some time between now and then composing one last poem, any theme or style, to finish this up ♥. But, for now... " And he looked over expectantly to see who might have one ready for this week.