Man of the wind, my Ageha

Who in seeing sees from one

A jewel of grey as owl’s wing

From shoulder to skies above


His beauty clad in nomad’s blue

Of the hearts without hearths

He speaks as cruel as he is kind

For his gaze goes sweeping far


He with his splendid, silky halo

A veil bright as summer sun

He has known chains, my Ageha

And his smile is brittle-spun

Still he bends strong and fine

Winter fox in gauze and gold

A magnet in the fire’s glow

His secrets held untold


And in knowing of his end

He is not mine to touch or sway

Man of the wind, my Ageha

On the wind carried away.


Tags: Anime, Tamura Yumi, BASARA (Tamura Yumi), Ageha (BASARA), Sarasa (BASARA), Kagero (BASARA), Shinbashi

© 2012 Elizabeth Cook

Inspired by Basara, image from zerochan

The Continental Ladies’ Academy

Since Lavender left, school has not been the same.

It was unseasonably warm last week, and though we had noticed her restlessness we were quite shocked when she walked into the classroom without her many layers of undergarments and petticoats, of satin and lace. She wore (now infamous) leather breeches and a linen shirt that looked marvellously breezy. Sister Mary Tortella, not to be confused with the thinner Sister Mary Margaret, immediately cracked her stick on the lectern and told Lavender to make herself proper.

Lavender’s chin went up and she took her seat by the open window. We could tell that if one were allowed to cane royal flesh Sister Mary Tortella would have gladly done so at that moment. Instead she called for Our Lady the Duchess, under whose auspicious guidance our schooling takes place. Continue reading “The Continental Ladies’ Academy”

Tea Garden

There is the city

Which runs on scarce time

Where silence in parks

Walks soft and shy

There is the suburb

Where details await

Of pantry and pocket

Of sheets left in the rain


There is the road

Which runs in between

Where one among others

May pass quite unseen

But beyond these places

You will find flowered lanes

Winding ’round an estate

Where tranquility reigns

And there is a garden

Where I sit in the shade

Where you might escape

The sequence of days

So come through the gate

And shed weary nights

Come to take tea

With honey and spice

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook