The Whisky Blot
Journal of Literature, Poetry, and Haiku
On the steps of the Temple the unexpected morning snow which cast a threadbare blanket over the gates and lanterns recedes slowly like a supplicant whose prayers have been offered. The candle flames shiver in the strong February wind while the Buddha sits, implacable. In the park below a dragon kite takes the wind and swoops and darts higher and higher, staring down at the Temple and the children laughing as they chase each other among the trees. It is gold, red and black reflecting the sun, the fires of heaven dance down over the head of the gold robed priests who bow while chanting the prayer cards yet look up and smile at the serpent who dips his tail to the enlightened one and tears off after a cloud. Louis Faber’s His work has appeared widely in the U.S., Europe and Asia, including in Arena Magazine (Australia), Whisky Blot, Glimpse, South Carolina Review, Rattle, Pearl, Dreich (Scotland), Alchemy Stone (U.K.), and Flora Fiction, Defenestration, Constellations, Jimson Weed and Atlanta Review, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Comments are closed.
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