Published: 4 January 2025

Circle, unbroken

1.
In Nantes, within a private library
there is a hand bound book, made of soft
now faded lambskin, held together with a
small leather belt. It is one of a kind.
It has a title, but the family that owns it
calls it, ‘Le cercle continu’.

Within it are close to 100 perfect circles
cut in one afternoon as a demonstration of
swordsmanship by the Chevalier de la Rose.
Wielding an épée the Chevalier carved exact
circles from paper, cardstock, leather,
three rounds from cedar shingles, a circle

from lace a maid held in the breeze, its
folds and creases no match for the Chevalier’s
sure hand and razor sword. It is a feat that
has never been matched, though some have tried.
The chevalier is quoted, “L’épée ne peut être
que vraie, c’est l’esprit qui choisit d’échouer
.”

The title of the book is: “Judicium gladii”
Judgement of the Sword.

2
During the Edo period, the Lady Kane Chohime was married
to the warlord Nobunaga and moved to his castle outside
the city of Edo, that is now Tokyo, where she remained
until she died at the age of 56, alone. She bore
the warlord no sons and swiftly fell from favour.
She was imprisoned within a small suite of rooms,
for if she was not a worthy wife for the warlord, she
was still his property. Within those walls Kane crafted
over and over again, one white paper circle, then added
gold leaf gilded onto the circle so that it appeared,
each half matched the other perfectly.

She hung the circles within her room, until the walls
were filled, then she moved to the small room adjacent
and when that room was filled, she began to hang the
circles in the hall that led to her isolated chambers.
This did not go unnoticed. The attendants said
she would not permit them to be taken down,
only the Warlord could tell her to do so.
When the Warlord confronted Kane and told her
to remove the circles, the record is clear:
Kane replied, ‘They are not circles, my lord,
they are portraits of you who are my sun and moon.”

That was the last time Kane saw Warlord Nobunaga.
The circles remained until she died and were collected
into a book that is named, “Chō no kanashimi / 蝶の悲しみ”,
which might be translated as, “Sorrows of a Butterfly”.

More Poetry:

every day I reach

every day I reach
a thousand times
above my head
for a glass or plate

your path

you cannot avoid your path
you cannot step off your path
it’s non-negotiable, can’t look away
you will see your path through

Time is the sky above us

Sunset lit wind swirls,
smells of waning days, sleeping warm.
Light eddies, tumbles in little whirlpools,
dances the future of leaves, drain of hours

History

Shimmer of birch leaves against slap of sunlight
all flicker and history, tale of what is to be
what is told. Time between winter and summer,
reckoning and memory, counting and forgiving.

The more I drink

The more I drink, the more I love my family.
Until we drink too much, then we fight and cry.
That’s not a plea for understanding or absolution,
it’s a question of what makes those you love

Mother Tongue

The mother tongue is the mother
of all tongues, including half tongue,
two tongue and ten tongue, so named
for the weight they must bear. Ten tongue

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