Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
Welcome at this last (belated) episode of our CDHK Theme Week about the Voyages of Sindbad. Today we will read about Sindbad's Fifth Voyage and I hope it will inspire us to create Japanese poetry.
This is the last regular prompt about the Arabian Nights' fairytales as told by Scheherazade to save her life. Next Monday we will read Japanese fairytales, so we are going back to the Motherland of haiku ... Japan. I am looking forward to the upcoming days of January.
To relate already to the new series about Japanese fairytales I love to share a haiku by Yozakura:
fujisan no yuki no hi no owari ni ha sakura
through cherry blossoms
at the end of the day -
snow on Mount Fuji
Well ... that's after the weekend, let us go on with the last episode of our CDHK Theme Week.
The Fifth Voyage of Sindbad:
Not even all that I had gone through could make me contented with a quiet life. I soon wearied of its pleasures, and longed for change and adventure. Therefore I set out once more, but this time in a ship of my own, which I built and fitted out at the nearest seaport. I wished to be able to call at whatever port I chose, taking my own time; but as I did not intend carrying enough goods for a full cargo, I invited several merchants of different nations to join me. We set sail with the first favorable wind, and after a long voyage upon the open seas we landed upon an unknown island which proved to be uninhabited. We determined, however, to explore it, but had not gone far when we found a roc’s egg, as large as the one I had seen before and evidently very nearly hatched, for the beak of the young bird had already pierced the shell. In spite of all I could say to deter them, the merchants who were with me fell upon it with their hatchets, breaking the shell, and killing the young roc. Then lighting a fire upon the ground they hacked morsels from the bird, and proceeded to roast them while I stood by aghast.
towards unknown worlds
high heeled waves
|The Fifth Voyage of Sindbad|
garden of delights
trees laden with flowers and fruit
crystal stream babbles
|Garden of Delights|
It happened one day that I passed a tree under which lay several dry gourds, and catching one up I amused myself with scooping out its contents and pressing into it the juice of several bunches of grapes which hung from every bush. When it was full I left it propped in the fork of a tree, and a few days later, carrying the hateful old man that way, I snatched at my gourd as I passed it and had the satisfaction of a draught of excellent wine so good and refreshing that I even forgot my detestable burden, and began to sing and caper.
arouses the senses
again in love
Well ... this is another nice fairytale ... the story continues at our "The Story Goes On" page above in the menu.
This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until January 26th at noon (CET). I will publish our new weekend-meditation later on today.