i.
temple halls, rooms
all drafty chilled
snow rips
fast under door cracks
lil'novice monks gather
hot tea
kitchen fire light tales
ii.
tales of the tired monk's
fighting days
all back lots, taverns
field party fists
beer bottle bashing
novices lean forward
lost in gritty details
iii.
the abbess looks in
steaming disapproval
...off message?
iv.
the tired monk
finishes the tale
"young ones:
move from punches to poems"
That has to be the most amazing lesson and ending for a tale!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful work, Ollie! =*
Love that message: "move from punches to poems". Nice save!
ReplyDeleteDespite the virtue, and encouragement therein, a little bit of wistful nostalgia, perhaps?? Ah, those were the days!
ReplyDeleteStories within stories, and very nicely written!
Rick
Great one Olie. A good lesson. Punch the air with words.
ReplyDeletePerfection. And then they won't. Now. But in time.
ReplyDeletexo
erin