Monday, December 12, 2005

ahfong & i came running from hopscotch

My sister and I
image by dsnake1

Growing up in a village unfettered by revision books and good school grades, nothing seems to bother us kids.Tomorrow is always another day of adventure, running around the rat warrens of the slum in a game of "police and thieves", overturning laundry hung out to dry on bamboo poles, and crashing into baskets and crates along the way. Sometimes things got so hot there are punch-ups, little fists smacking into faces, but animosity is always forgotten the next day, and all are friends again.

Delirium was when your pet fighting spider defeated your opponent's one. You kept the little brute in a tin cigarette box and slept with it in the night.

This poem tries to describe the carefree times i once had.

ahfong & i came running from hopscotch

ahfong & i came running from hopscotch
       and plucking berries

         ran our faces
         under gushing taps
         of public pipes

dinner's ready
mother hollered
from our shanty

ahfong & i came running from washing
       and plucking wet diamonds

       to our dining table
       an up-turned wooden crate
       two plates
       hot rice
       baked ikan bilis
       & boiled veggies

of course
mysister & i played with the food
       throwing bits
       to the chickens
       digging around the dust
       at our feet

little imps
mother hollered
from within

as the sun slanted over rusty zinc roofs
rays glancing off metal edges
bathing innocence in golden tones



Blogger kittyn said...

mebbe not so much of village or slums etc... but i had my fun when i was a kid... playing and not worrying a thing. Didn't even know what PSLEs are abt, what they are for and how important... so naturally didn't study for them.... kekeke that was fun....

wonder how i managed to pass them though... kekeke

13 December, 2005 15:13  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

it's strange, some of us who never seem to study somehow have good grades. :)

13 December, 2005 23:58  
Blogger floots said...

beautifully put
i liked it because it was such a different setting
- but so similar to my own childhood
thank you

14 December, 2005 01:12  
Blogger Bluesky_Liz said...

>>it's strange, some of us who never seem to study somehow have good grades. :)

and some of us are forced to study and restricted from play and yet one's grades are always just-pass. My father's theory didn't work. Of course, naturally it was my fault.. *rolls eyes*

Nice poem, dsnake.

14 December, 2005 18:35  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

glad you like the poem! i guess most of us have childhoods that are about the same : fun, care-free, forgiving. :)

"Of course, naturally it was my fault.. "heheh!

14 December, 2005 22:01  
Blogger Gilbert Koh said...

Simple and nice, Dsnake.

15 December, 2005 07:30  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, gilbert!

15 December, 2005 22:52  
Blogger camera shy said...

hey there
i really like your work here

i myself once wrote a longer poem titled "six urban pastorals." i really appreciate your urban themes.

17 December, 2005 06:38  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

hi blog this,
thanks for your comments.

you have an interesting blog yourself.

17 December, 2005 08:45  
Blogger lAzy pAnda said...

i like! tho i dun have tat kinda memories.... cos i was quiet and obedient and always home [when i was a KID lah]... but tat's wat my mum yelled to my brothers tho: "come back eat rice lah!!" hehhee....

as for studying, my dad's theory: cannot keep forcing her to study, must play... wait she stress, go into exam hall go blank how? or worse, she go crazy how?" there was a kid in my brother's class who did, at P2. scared the hell outta my dad....

18 December, 2005 00:21  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

The more we are different, the more we are the same. Thanks for sharing some of your childhood innocence. I truly enjoyed this poem.

19 December, 2005 12:44  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

"The more we are different, the more we are the same."
How true.
Thank you.

19 December, 2005 21:27  

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