In Lumayagan Poem by Jane Quijano

In Lumayagan, a place embraced by creeks
And the unknown, I have tales untold...
Before the moon rises, clouds are forming
And on the ground, soft mist slowly crawling.

By the creek lies a castle-like rock
And the hill on its throat has a crown.
Pine trees filled with fireflies abound,
A giant with cigar, dragging chains around!

Strong winds hailing on bowed trees-
Listen well, you can hear them crying...
From the water that flows down her creek
You can hear a fairy wailing!

Deep sadness is felt and her heart broken...
Gone is the beauty of the sun at dawn!
For the eastern sky has darkened,
Her tears are drops of rain in a storm!

The rushing water and the mud
Washed out the plants and the red soil;
A shout from heaven, entwined rages-
Against man and his crooked soul.

A snake that flies, an evasive jungle cat
And Lizard in the woods are hunted.
Commanded by giants for a bit of food-
Let the sneaking culprit be bitten by their loot!

In lumayagan, with spirit, tales are told.
A mother, half-bodied wings, unfold!
The father sought the japanese treasure
Gone crazy hunting for the bulk of gold!

A woman's cool voice and kids singing
'Jack and Jill went up the hill...'
By the brook from out of nowhere;
And yet we struggle to get a pale of water?

Angered spirits stopped the water's flow
And the soil dead and clayed to taunt;
The crown atop, filled with gold-
Men fought in greed to behold!

Here in lumayagan, more tales are told-
a woman in white, long and wavy haired
Stood still gazing under the stairs
She exists in that big old tree by the road.

Heavy footsteps of shoes when I'm alone
Or near the house when i was indoor;
Whistles I hear, but no one there, And
Coldness around my neck that i ignore!

These tales, I say, are creeping and more...
Yet in the darkness of my room, I see,
For in Lumayagan my cold fingers rule
And make a poet out of me!