From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
curse that gust of wind
when – the job finished – the leaves
a neat yellow pile –
an hour of raking reversed
by that one last gust of wind!
The pink genie frowns.
How cross he is this morning!
Wish before breakfast,
before his cup of coffee?
You have made a big mistake.
write up something aggressive
set it free to roam
it goes looking for dinner
you’re surprised it chooses you?
4 thoughts on “Tanka 219, Tanka 220, Tanka 221”
All three poems are brilliant and witty. Those leaves do like to defy collection, don’t they? Being a genie has always sounded like a horrible situation to be in. Always at someone else’s beck and call, the endless chores across eternity, does not make up for the magical powers as far as I am concerned. I also like the karma idea in the final poem.
Thank you. I have also always wondered about things from the genie’s point of view. It seems to me in the stories I have read involving them they are of course imprisoned in their role.
The Disney movie Aladdin does a good job of communicating that idea of the Genie being captive.
I remember when I first read stories from the Arabian Nights and what an impression the story made. I’d never heard of genies before.
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