Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Kashawing (Big Tent: Love's Old Tweet Song)


Kashawing

And so,
this pale son of Scottish kings and
ice-white English princes,
a guest among these island terraces and palms
ringed by Sumatra, West Java, Singapore...
has touched the brown daughter
of Silang and Rizel, of
Filipino sampaguita peddlers and tuba traders.
He, on this side, is the jewelled blue Pacific.
She, on the other side, the dark
rolling dunes of the Philippine Sea.

And, having made
a true and everlasting Kashawing,
he has loosened his knotted tie.
She has taken the gold pins
from her long hair.
In the heat-waves of fiesta at noon-day,
there, in the music of bandurrias,
their feet are off-balance from
the sudden shock of the collision
of east and west. Her island-black eyes
reflected in his English-blue eyes
are wider and deeper now,
glowing with light, like all
the houses on Bagumbayan Pequeno Street.

And everything is moving there
on the horizon,
blue on blue,
both of them transformed,
she by his cool European ice, and he,
by her bright island birds.


* Kashawing: a promise to the Gods


(Happy Tenth Anniversary, Marc and Grace!)

8 comments:

momA said...

lovely

Annie said...

So completely romantic and happy. Best wishes.

twitches said...

That's just lovely. I love the personal details you include, like the pins in her hair.

Deb said...

What a beautiful poem to celebrate! One lucky family full of love and talent!

flaubert said...

Beautiful!
Pamela

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

That's so beautiful Joyce. What a lovely gift for them both.

Jo A. T.B. said...

A wonderful tribute poem Joyce. Just celebrated our 20th!!

robotcupcake said...

Wow what a lovely, specific poem that revels in it's sense of person and place.

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