Ann Siang Hill
An Excerpt from Ann Siang Hill by Cyril Wong
(vii)
The courtyard is a chessboard
with silhouettes for pieces.
Visions cross like live wires in the dark.
There stands a King but
really a Queen.
Manly Knight kneels before Bishop,
gold crucifix hanging off his collar.
All are pawns in the end: always
checkmate, never soulmate.
I was surfing for places to go for Jen's hen party when I came across this website. Love the poem. Go read it. ^^
And... erm... college-mates of mine may pause at the reference to the English teacher... :P (Cyril was our senior. I didn't know it then, but I actually shared snacks with the award-winning poet once! We were at an art exhibition ten years ago. ^^)
"Cyril Wong is the author of four collections of poetry in Singapore. He was a featured poet at the Edinburgh International Book Festival in 2003."
(vii)
The courtyard is a chessboard
with silhouettes for pieces.
Visions cross like live wires in the dark.
There stands a King but
really a Queen.
Manly Knight kneels before Bishop,
gold crucifix hanging off his collar.
All are pawns in the end: always
checkmate, never soulmate.
I was surfing for places to go for Jen's hen party when I came across this website. Love the poem. Go read it. ^^
And... erm... college-mates of mine may pause at the reference to the English teacher... :P (Cyril was our senior. I didn't know it then, but I actually shared snacks with the award-winning poet once! We were at an art exhibition ten years ago. ^^)
"Cyril Wong is the author of four collections of poetry in Singapore. He was a featured poet at the Edinburgh International Book Festival in 2003."
posted by Kitsune at 8:07 AM
1 Comments:
Meh, too highbrow, break out the limericks!
There once was a girl from Dundee
Who ate garden worms for her tea
They wiggled and poked
So much that she choked
And then died in immense agony
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