A Room In Chungking

Gold cherry
Pick of the Month

By socialeaf

Fri, 15 May 2015
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15 comments
 
On the gritty wall
askew
in sultry disrepair,
hangs Hokusai’s Great Wave.
Almost a  window once perhaps,
this place has won it over.
 
Below
on crumpled sheets,
she cradles him like a cello
having fed him a teaspoon of sin.
Pallid tenderness he weeps he knows.
She sees and lets him go.
 
On her way out
she passes
three wrong clocks,
that tick out a tinny gallop.  
London, New York, Hong Kong
She sighs,
"London, New York, Hong Kong."
 
Certificate PG
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Submitted by Bee on

So much of this I'd like to pick out to comment on, but I'll just say - wonderful!

Bee

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Submitted by EB on

The repeated last line is powerful in meaning. Excellent.

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Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Wonderful!  Time and place evoked.

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Submitted by scratch on

Excellent poetry.

'having fed him a teaspoon of sin'  Where did that come from?  Cos I want to go there.

 

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Submitted by Stephen Thom on

stellar, transportive stuff, delicate and gorgeous. pointless to pick out parts as would be reprinting whole thing here but part. loved 'cradles him like a cello/having fed him a teaspoon of sin.' whisks you away and feeds the soul :-)

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Cheers Stephen:)
Roy

 

Submitted by jolono on

Loved this, and, like Scratch, that line "having fed him a spoonful of sin" is a KILLER line.

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you jolono. I'd had that one line bouncing about my head for a while- even tried it in a few failed attempts. No idea where it comes from:)

 

Submitted by scratch on

Well if you find out I'd like the directions.

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Ok, you got dibs:)