Poems of Meng Jiao
Wishing for a Flower
(I wrote this while in the north)
In the borderlands, spring is paltry.
Walk two miles; see one flower.
Good thing it's time to wander on.
This sunset too full of blowing sand.
When I first saw the title, 邀花伴, I thought we were about to see Meng Jiao with a courtesan. Kind of a surprising thought, given what we know of him so far. The title breaks into [invite][flower/courtesan/...][companion]. But I personally hadn't thought of Meng Jiao as one who would pay for sex. He's definitely a pour l'amour and not a pour le sport kind of guy. He, and a courtesan, are more than welcome to have a nice time. Nihil obstat. But as you can see, he's much more likely to be standing in a sandstorm as the sun goes down in the wasteland than visiting a pleasure house in Chang'an.