Sue Leigh Poetry



I recall it now in glimpses – a length of blue cloth printed with flowers in Soetsu Yanagi’s folk museum (where objects do not bear their maker’s name, you encounter them just as they are) – the green-gold of unharvested rice, the sound of the wind in it – a Buddhist monk in white robes who walks the mountains in rice straw sandals – a torii gate – small stone bodhisattvas by a mountain path – a golden pavilion – stooks of rice straw, an abstract in a field – a world of illusion, kabuki, sensuality and ritual – food, a still life in small coloured dishes – a temple garden, reflections in water – light through a paper screen, shadows.

Japan 2015