Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong – NaPoWriMo #2

NaPoWriMo 2020

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! πŸ™‚


Des Voeux Road West never faced west,
only towards the other blocks opposite ours. 

Each morning,
my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder
too slippery for
any human 
who had slept through the sweatiness of night. 

But, I'm convinced it wasn't meant for
human legs,
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
each night
to keep those sinful creatures away.


Each day, 
we, unwilling pilgrims, travelled by feet to the 6th floor 
or lok 
lok 
locked the door yet?
We couldn't 
- the handles had to be turned in opposite directions,
so 
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,
facing 
West. 

Woman (+audio🎀)

Poetry, spoken word poetry

Happy International Women’s Day everyone! Sometimes it annoys me that women are treated like amazing goddesses on this day, and praised for being super strong superwomen all the time without people ever actually vouching for change? So, I wrote this poem. Let me know what you think in the comments below! (PS – this may or may not have been inspired by Avatar)


You, woman, are
Sun
rising each day to
set each night
even though you know the pain of doing both.
 
You, woman, are
Sea
spreading yourself across continents simultaenously,
and sometimes even into those dark caves,
where no one else will go.
And yes, sometimes you are tsunami, sometimes you are
whirlpool
– good!
Some people deserve to be washed away,
I hope you make them drown.
 
You, woman, are
Soil
built from the mud lain before you,
growing things anew.
It’s a slow process, OK?
You’re still sprouting,
so don’t let anyone walk over you.
 
And you, woman, are
Woman
not a natural wonder or an unnatural disaster,
not divine nor domestic,
not anything you don’t want to be
 
Just,
woman.

Malleable

free verse, Poetry

Hey everyone! Apologies for not posting last week, BUT I have a good reason, because on Saturday I was at the UK National Poetry Slam! I am happy to announce that I came in 3rd place! I had spent so much time practicing that I didn’t have enough energy to write a post. BUT I’m back!! AND here with a NEW POEM 😱😱😱😎😎πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯ I wrote this about how recently I’ve finally been able to take control of my negative feelings rather than get stuck in them. Enjoy!


Your hand slips between your lips 
and lifts all her fingers inside.
She’s not lost anymore,
walks straight past the canines (sharp!)
takes a right at the left molar
2 paces South of the Tongue and
-- aha!

The Oesophagus.