Sunday, March 24, 2019

the pub singer

In a pub of a foreign country while on R&R, we came across a lady singer who I thought her voice was heavenly. (or maybe we were just too happy to see any lady).

Anyway, years later, that event inspired this poem.

pencil sketch by dsnake1

the pub singer
unnamed pub, taipei

in the noisy pub
the babble dropped
to a whisper
as the first strains
of the
plucked strings
drifted through
the fog
and neon
of the hall

and then that
crystal voice
like a plea
out of a void
a shooting star
on a dark sky

the pub singer,
she was there,
in the centre
of the stage,
lit up like a store display
under pools of pink
and orange lights

she sat on a high stool
plucking away on a guitar,
plucking our heartstrings
as she sang of love
and wanderings
and olive trees at home,
her oval face and
bob cut hair haloed in neon,
rounded hips tight in denim jeans

i asked a waitress
what was the singer's name
she said these girls are like
blooms from trees
and i thought
in my country
she would be a star.

written 06/03/2006
revised 23/01/2010

"I have wandered so far, so far
for the olive tree of my dreams"

-- The Olive Tree, sung by Chyi Yu

© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2019

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Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

I can hear the chatter fading to a hush as the notes of her song rang out........that is talent, to silence a noisy room with the notes of one's song.

25 March, 2019 00:18  
Blogger C. Sandlin said...

Enjoyed the way you made the singer at once unique and blazing, an evocative performance. :)

25 March, 2019 01:07  
Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

Oh, the magic of music (and a girl)... the way they stick to the senses, making a home in the heart, re-blooming memories year after year.

I really love that the gift of her song (and the feelings she inspired) made her into a queen.

25 March, 2019 01:57  
Blogger brudberg said...

I have come upon singers like this... and I think it's partly of being away that make them so fantastic.

25 March, 2019 01:59  
Blogger Vicki said...

A really nice poem and sketch.

25 March, 2019 02:53  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

She sounds like quite a personality!!❤️

25 March, 2019 04:17  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Sweetly and clearly told; you brought it all to life ... and have immortalised her.

25 March, 2019 06:15  
Blogger Wendy Bourke said...

Wonderfully drawn! What a read! I am there!

25 March, 2019 07:56  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


yes, she certainly was.


Thank you! :)


Thank you!
After all these years, those memories are still very much alive. she sang like she was singing just to you, even though there was a crowd in the hall.

25 March, 2019 09:03  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


perhaps it's true, that of being away that make them so fantastic.
after a month of jungles and guns, anything other than that is always good. :)


Thank you! :)


thank you.
i guess she is. :)

25 March, 2019 22:00  
Blogger dsnake1 said...


immortalised her? thank you! :)


Thank you! :)

25 March, 2019 22:22  
Blogger Whitesnake said...

In Oct/Nov 1990 I was a singer in a band. The club was called "ROOTS" and I was considered a cult figure for 12 weeks. My few minutes of fame.

26 March, 2019 06:35  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

That's great!
i used to frequent clubs to listen to live bands. Not anymore. :)

26 March, 2019 09:55  

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