in ruined armour
the old Ronin crouches
still as the swamp flowers
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #1226 swamp, another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s the Manic Street Preachers –
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Wonderful ! This reminds me of the movies of Akira Kurosawa and all those great movie makers . One of my favourite is 47 Ronin .
Funnily enough, 47 Ronin was on TV the night I wrote this, and pointed me in this direction. But I had Seven Samurai in mind 🙂
Hahaha telepathy !!!! I have all the movies of Kurosawa collected in my hard drive !
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Thanks, Chèvrefeuille – and for the prompt, too 🙂
A sense of tiiiiiiime. 🙂
I’m sure I should be able to pinpoint the reference….. 😛
As in alotta time. Tiiiiiiime. LOL
(Sorry!)