Hello all! Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem about a speicfic place. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my first apartment in my semester abroad last year in Hong Kong and what a nice place it was (sometimes), so here you go – enjoy! 🙂
Des Voeux Road West never faced west,
only towards the other blocks opposite ours.
my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder
too slippery for
who had slept through the sweatiness of night.
But, I'm convinced it wasn't meant for
since each night the scurrying of thistly legs decorated the wooden floorboards, as a woosh of red went past us and
-- EEK A COCKROACH!
The tssst of cockroach repellent was a tune we knew well,
a prayer song we'd sing
to keep those sinful creatures away.
we, unwilling pilgrims, travelled by feet to the 6th floor
locked the door yet?
- the handles had to be turned in opposite directions,
each afternoon shop
meant sticky custard buns by the time
entry was permitted.
When the buns had been bitten,
and stories of the workday distributed with them,
the Bunks craddled us to sleep
and told us their their stories of a better Hong Kong,
where agorabphobia trembled at us leaving the house,
and police had vanished, so
the fish-smelling, Cantonese-yelling road lay ahead,
just for us.
And then we awoke at sunrise,
with buildings lain before us,
Hello everyone! So for those of you who don’t know I am spending the first half of my final year of university in Hong Kong. I am documenting my travels on my blog and will update as often as possible. Please follow my blog to keep up with this journey and I look forward to seeing you around! ❤️
🎝 I’m feeling just fine, fine, fine
이젠 너의 손을 놓을게 [I’ll let go of your hand now]
I know I’m all mine, mine, mine
Cause I’m just fine
I’m feeling just fine, fine, fine
더 이상은 슬프지 않을래 [I don’t wanna be sad anymore]
I could see the sunshine, shine, shine
Cause I’m just fine, just fine 🎝
When my nails have been gnawed to stubby, bleeding nubs, when my hair is greasy and hidden in a messy ponytail, when my eyes are heavy and my body curls itself into a ball of exhaustion, having been kicked around by life, I know something is wrong.
Sundays are for rest, and in my case, it was very much needed. Despite the protests not travelling to our area, I felt the tiny ripples that the protesters left in Causeway Bay reach me. Buildings in Hong Kong (at least on the main island) are very close together, so I can look out of the window of my flat and see into someone else’s. So, at night I was awoken at about 4am by someone yelling, again what I can only assume were the pro-democracy slogans, in Cantonese from one flat and someone responding to them from another. I listened as the waves of rebellion wash over the small corner of this huge city, and felt admiration for their unity. However, this was then undercut by a single loud scream of pain which I ascertained was below my building.