The Grandmaster


Poetry inspired by the most incredibly stunning movie of the same name.

An infinite number of faceted splashdrops
trumped and booted
slid upon trotted
flaps of black, whipped through liquid crystal
wet strands of diamond and white sapphire
crash down padded
toe so graceful
hat so tilted
rain so constant
a life ahead
a life behind
the music of broken bones
and unwavering stillness
all in the eye
one with the vertical
two horizontal
64 hexagrams
a flutter of hands
like butterflies in a bell jar
misted, soaked through
fragile as glass
harder than burnt blackened steel
never to live for
only to live

D. Hartley 9.7.13

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