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Poetry Anthology V.15
Poetry Anthology V.15
Poetry Anthology V.15
Yellow
Not of age
Red print
Not in celebration
A lie
Why?
Orphan
孤兒
How can you have such a beautiful script for such a lonely
isolated state of being?
Empty Clothes
Frayed birth
Ragged childhood
Unoccupied garments
Grief
Dark
Deep
An emotional duvet
A patched work
Bleeding through
Spreading
Creeping
Crawling
Smothering
London Airport
Ticking lights
Popping bulbs
Blinking reflections
Lips moving
Square faces
Cat-wide eyes
Who is this?
Everyone speaks
An alien tune
I am surrounded by oddness
I am alone
There are times when I feel like that lost and lonely child
Clean break
A new country
A small baby
Their China Doll
The child wide eyed with wonder and fear still searching
Belong
Belong
Pertain
Appertain
Classified
Part of
Neither out
No One’s Home
At a friends house
Ding-dong
Ding-dong
Pause
Swing
A tyre
A plank
A branch
Up to a point
To hang and
Back n’ forth
Day or dusk
Small Talk
Small talk
Like my eyes
Like my nose
Me as a child
Small talk
Big silence
Small talk
Black space
Small talk
Deep lies
No not lies
Omissions
No not omissions
Ignorance
No not ignorance
Arrogance
Small talk
Small worries
Small minds
Fine lines
Closing blinds
The Slap
Am I adopted?
Time hovers
SLAP
‘Adopted’ from
I Suppose
Child of neither
A teenager
Not English
Not Chinese
Shading assumptions
I suppose
I suppose
I was neither
Clinging to the fringes
I suppose
A pretending person
A non-person
A non identity
A non culture
No history
No footprint
I am a Chinese puzzle
(Aren’t these puzzles actually Japanese in origin?)
I am a complex puzzle
I am a secret person
manipulative action
Flickering beyond
They flutter to a diminishing end
Road Trip
Suite cases
Jenga stacked
Rucksack stuffed
Sunglasses on
Let’s go
Let’s glow
Sliding
Weaving
Waving
Floating
Sinking
Sweeping
Sailing
Journeying forward
Leaving
Forsaking Forgoing Forgone
That’s what she sees when she looks into the mirror – the unknown
She cannot trace the contour of her face and feel the memory of her
Grandmother
Used and discarded goods even at the tender age of three days
Abandoned
To give up entirely
Is that what neatly folds the extra cloths she placed in the bundle
Is that what stays with the child as she is placed on the cold public steps?
But wasn’t
It was said
It was meant
It was spoken
The distance of fifty plus years from the six to now with welling tears
Time
Gather together
Pick a time
A thousand lights
A thousand thoughts
A thousand breaths
A thousand wrongs
A thousand regrets
Tai Ch’i
Preparation
I press forward
I push back
My shoulder retreats
Brushing my knee
Deflecting downwards
I parry I punch
Flying at a slant the needle falls into the depth of the sea
I am finished
Yet certain rites and ways of seeing are as water to the Golden Carp
My Hand on Yours
Never feel
Homesick
I have a sickness
A home
I yearn
I grieve
Dead memories
To touch
Something that is familiar to me
To share a moment
A breath
A look
A smile
To feel
To see
Home
Quiet Thoughts
It is existing
Though as a child I was not too clear on the specifics of why or how
I’m trying, but for the life of me I don’t seem to be able to remember the spring
覆水難收
Lotus Blossoms
Unseen
Unheard
Side barred
Ignored
荷花, hé huā
The “hé” in a female’s name is the wish that she be pure and respected
But I can’t . . .
The key
The password
I’m stuck
A prisoner
An exile from both sides
LUCK
FOOD
LONG LIFE
HEALTH
And
PEACE
An imperfect cadence
Common
Less emphatic
Less final
I am a mere extension
So I was told
AMEN
Rawboned Egrets lidless-eyed spinsters primped for a better place than this
First published in the US anthology Poeming Pigeons by The PoetryBox.com May 2015
This is a further redraft and differs to the original work published
But black - with pitch-black bones and bluish-black Qink ink skin
Voilà!
Banana
A universal skeleton
Dying to black
Selective yellow
Ghost white
Isolation
Ridicule
Abuse
Unhappiness
Chinese Numbers
Dover 58
An airtight coffin
Morcambe bay 21
Pitch black
Desperate
Waiting in vain
Baby Hatch
A silent walk
Clutching a child
Others judge
Others condemn
Could you?
Baby Hatch
A silent walk
Clutching a child
Child goes in
Others judge
Others condemn
Could you?
Milestones
Being spat at
for the first time
Speaking out
for the first time
HASHI is Japanese
Hanbok is Korean
Kimono and Katana are Japanese
Hwando is Korean
Jian is Chinese
Muji
Uniqlo
Udon
Ho Fun
Bihon
Pho pronounced fueh
Just some of the Asian in Caucasian
Yellow the colour metaphor for the dangers that East Asians
pose to the rest of the world
I wish that I could be as easily seen in translation as the words on this page.
Why Do Old Chinese People Hoard So Badly?
Distant relatives apparently wouldn’t understand why a child like me was there
Granny died not long after
I wasn’t allowed to go to that funeral either
I throw the one and only temper-tantrum
I was looked in the downstairs cupboard
Sitting in the dark
Until my bleary eyes got accustomed to the dark
I hear the front door open
Feet shuffling around
Low murmuring voices
The cupboard door opens
I look up to see a stranger staring at me
I stand up hold out my hand and take her coat
Her smile is kind if somewhat confused
I hang up her coat
The stranger closes the door
Careers Talk
“Well have you thought about what you want to do when you leave?” school?
I nod to signify yes
But actually I have no idea
I don’t know
“Mrs. Clarke tells me you should sit the exam for Oxford.”
The deputy head peers at me over the rim of her conservative glasses
That help to frame her conservative view of the world
“I can’t see it myself, I mean someone like you at Oxford?”
What can’t she see
What does she mean, ‘someone like me,’?
“Well you have the grades, but that isn’t the be and end all, is it?”
No I suppose it isn’t I think internal
I smile thinly and sigh softly
“Are we keeping you from some important engagement?”
I shake my head
“I should think not,”
I’m interested in literature and history I’m not very scientific or mathematical
The deputy head sniffs
It’s a long sniff to equal the length of her Roman nose
Unlike my nose which is squashed and flat
“Oh, well yes, I see why Mrs. Clarke might have concluded Oxbridge,”
It’s said begrudgingly there is no warmth
No praise or an acknowledgement of my academic achievement
“Well A History, B Geography, B RI, C Maths, B Music, B Art, A English Language,
A English literature . . .”
The eyes surface and pierce over the top of her glasses
Desperate to understand the reason for my success
How could I have accomplished such grades?
How could I – this “other” have gained a grade A in English language and literature!
Her eyes narrow as if aping mine
I lower my eyes I don’t want this interview to carry on
I don’t like this feeling inside of me
“Well Miss – we’d better see what we can do for you. I’ll confer further with Mrs.
Clarke. Personally Oxford is not the place for you, maybe Cambridge – I don’t think
so, perhaps a university or some sort or maybe a polytechnic…”
“Thank you, Miss may I go?”
“You are excused, send the next girl straight in.”
With that I and my “otherness” leave