Apr 03 2008
Memory of Shanghai
Mother wept,
A tear dropped as she cast me down.
Down I went,
Gravity’s spell, an earthly trip.
Through swirling winds
I saw a city painted in dull grey,
And colourful dots
Shielding men walked in suits and girls
Pretty dresses.
On a bridge a motherless kid lied.
And I landed
In his salty swelling eyes, disguising
His sorrow.
3 Responses to “Memory of Shanghai”
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Powerful and enigmatic. One reads it and reeads it again.
Haunting and enigmatic
Worth many visits
Wow, I agree. This is great. Stark, vivid imagery that requires empathy.