I am novel ‒ scripture is my blood,
Ishiyama-dera makes me whole ‒
the clouds of cherry blossom newly-bud
a floating bridge of dreams across my soul.
I am violet ‒ colour is my code,
calligraphy and woodcut shape my name ‒
the future is a winding forest road
where waters mirror patterns I became.
But I am woman ‒ language is my child,
struggling into myth behind a screen ‒
a lonely daughter still unreconciled
to all the words of men and what they mean.
The priest bows low and strikes the temple gong,
for I am singer - Genji is my song.