Sunday, September 27, 2009

Seventh Month ~ Theophilus Kwek



It is the seventh month.

We visit relatives, unseen
for the rest of the year
and are welcomed with Chinese sausage
wrapped with diced
carrots in warm flour rolls,
bulging orange like angry shape poems.

Teeth slice through sweetened
sauce and greetings
exchange themselves with biting nicety;
comments about the weather
become errant popiah fragments
soaring through the stuffy afternoon.

Further into the conversation,
voices talking at
each other exile
the younger generation reverently
to the background, leaving
them to study rolling TV headlines –

Somewhere a bomb kills
an entire family.
Long-lost son is reunited
with dying grandparents.
Minister cautions against
growing generation gap.

I lower the volume and
there is an awkward silence
we retreat into being

hungry ghosts.




1) seventh month on the chinese calendar is also known as hungry ghost month, because of a traditional belief that ghosts emerge to play and feast on the living in the night.
2) popiah is exactly what it is here - chinese sausage wrapped in thin flour sheets with vegetable and sweet sauce.


Theophilus is from Singapore and is 15. These are his first published poems. He is also a musician with the Singapore National Youth Orchestra and his school Strings Ensemble. He is also very polite.
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Love Letters ~ Theophilus Kwek


If the ‘my’ in love is spelt m for ‘me’
and y for ‘you’, then let me keep
the Unbelievable Secret of ‘us’ as well
so I can taste its wait-sweet words
by dappled moon and softly laugh
at young and tenuous follies;

when you were to me
a state of mind
and I to you
a sometime find.

And if hearts by time wearied are
then give me scarlet paper ones to light
quiet fires red as forever sun,

or better still leave
me Every Yearning Eclipse of ‘eye’,
that open window to your soul, to give
me a glimpse of journey’s end.

But since your pen and these my words
soon roped, spell open doors when mixed –
then we might here in somewhat time
love, learn, talk, kiss
or switch the letters of our lives
and make pair with our initials.


Theophilus is from Singapore and is 15. These are his first published poems. He is also a musician with the Singapore National Youth Orchestra and his school Strings Ensemble. He is also very polite.



Monday, September 14, 2009

Northe's wall