Monday, August 8, 2016

Beijing 2

Just found this poem from last year. A snapshot of our brief stay in Beijing, China. It seems like a lifetime ago. It was such a good holiday. Mum, as usual was making friends everywhere and being the life and soul ... Her only complaint ? -  too much rice. 




Beijing

After breakfast at the Hotel Continental,
The orange juice cool, pure,
We venture out, arm in arm- for safety, 
Into bustling, dusty, streets.
A tsunami of noise hits us, makes us draw back.
Traffic - six lanes- hooting horns screeching- engines revving-
Making music with constant tinkling of bells  from bikes 
As they weave through disinterested people,
Who, like squawking seagulls,
Swarm along overflowing pavements...

First impressions of Beijing...


Like debris we are swept unwillingly
In this fast flowing river.
We look up - high rise, anonymous, dirty, grey structures,
Imprison ants whose hope is a fleck of blue,
Remembered.
Beside us as we hurry by, shops 
Selling tea, fans, Chinese hats,
Beckon us,
Aromatic bouquets excite our nostrils.
Finally, in a side street, we take a rest,
In a Japanese Cafe.
They tell us:  "Don't eat the food here, It's mostly dog"
We sip a beer a
nd ponder
How we'll get back to the hotel.








5 comments :

  1. Found your blog after you left a comment on mine, thankyou! Keep going, I'm sure the inspiration will return. I like your poems. :-)

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  4. I love the line that starts, "Like debris..."

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  5. Must have been a wonderful adventure. Love the photos. I'm #39 on the IWSG List. Happy writing.

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