Victoria Park.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Thousands upon thousands
of candlelights
dotted Victoria Park

She handed me a leaflet
in neat short phrases
heralded
the injustices
the cruelties
the things
I must not forget

Her fiery eyes
firm matter-of-fact voice
sheltered
the blazing compassion
shielded
a tender heart

Fighting her battle
preaching her cause
by the park’s swimming pool
where I once almost drowned
as a boy

Red eyes and white-prune finger tips
staying in the water for too long
drenched with too much chlorine

I was there
candle burning in my hand
for a reason

We were on the same side

But
watching her quietly
from a crowd
all I could think of
was to tell her
how beautiful she looked
in the soft candlelight
and
she was gorgeous
even
when
she was
mad

Woo See-Kow

Filed under : EDITION  - The Fifty Shrinking Years 

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