COMMON POET Sylvia Ang

 

COMMON POET Sylvia Ang

She  lives in Singapore. She is a common poetess. Her poetry reflects life. 

The Street where I live 

Sylvia Ang 

When I was 15 on the fatal morning at 5 am. Ah Hwa was shouting at the dark zinc bath room. Underneath the kampong  banana tree.

Molest help help. The Havelock villager came alive with poles as if going to slaughter a pig.

The.molestor disappeared without a trace.

Ah hwa father promises to break a leg of the molestor if he can catch him.

The Tok Tok man doing his round. My mother ordered two package of mee pok. Enough to feed a family of eight.

After school, I carried the curry puff and  sago pudding. Selling to the kampong folk at 15. Year

The night soil cheerful cubby uncle came in his usual round.

The dark zinc toilet with a big hole. I peeped through the hole to see if any one is  watching me.

The tortoise swimming through the well. Underneath the cherry tree. In the Havelock kampong style.

The kheng hwa or the cactus flower opening and displayed its crowning glory. A slight to delight the kampong folks.

On a lazy Sunday when I drozed off. My.mother will shout at me. Ma ta coming. Meaning the police is coming to catch you. Quickly do your homework or I Will cane  you.

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