The Poet and the Peony

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THE POET AND PEONY

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THE POET AND PEONY

adapted, modified, re-imaged, and enhanced - a Chinese Folktale

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Welcome story lovers! Bobbie Kinkead HERE! Today's story is about a scholar, a poet in paints beauty with words. In his loneliness and longing, creates a lasting love with a peony, a young maiden.

Since Li Chi and other brave warriors kept worms and serpents out of China, and after many wars, and the closing of the silk roads, we come to the age of the Golden Dragon, the Song Dynasty 400 to 1400 centuries.

A young scholar, Siang Yu had completed his training in the three perfections, poetry, art and calligraphy. And just as ego ago Prince Yu said to Turtle, the friend of the first dragon Paguo, when they carved the Yellow River and left the rapids over the steep rocks, "Whatever fish jumps these becomes a dragon." This young scholar was now a dragon of the Golden Court of he Song Dynasty.

Siang Yu walked along the valley. He watched the blue and white dragons play in the sky, while the Goddess of the mountains danced her Faeries as they play among the flowers, the river dragons swam, and the earth dragons slept in the warmth of the sun. The farmers were harvesting their rice crop ready to put in the winter rice.

He came to a lovely, old worn, garden with a pink tree peony growing from the stone wall. He climbed the old worn stair and entered an enchanted place. The Irises still in bloom. He had the feeling someone watched him. And was glad when he found the gardener.

The scholar Siang Yu bowed to the gardener, "From where and why is this garden? The gardener bowed, "This is an old garden of the Taois. We, of the village volunteer to keep the flowers blooming."

"Why this is an excellent place for me to write my poems and draw the flowers. Would the Village be respectful to my wish. I am a scholar and just become a dragon of the Emporer's court. I will send my drawings and poems to the Emperor and with the coins returned pay for my lodging. May I use this old stone building as my studio.

The garden bower, "I will tell the villagers we have a Dragon of the Court who wished to spend time with our flowers."

To be CONTINUED . . .

"Turn not soft flower from the poet's hand. He seeks to shelter you, lest petals fall."

"Breezes ruffle the opening bud, O poet, cup your hands to fill with by fragrance."


SOURCES:

Chinese Fairy Tales, 'Poet and the Peony', Peter Pauper Press.  These stories are written to be told.

Story told at AAM, Asian Art Museum in the Chinese Galleries.

Tip: always have a plug-in for the audience, this one is easy LOVE.


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