Holiday Reading in Kuala Kubu Baru
Up in the jungle at KKB,
away from shops and cars and phones
(no reception no internet no power
no news at six o’clock)
only us, the chef and friends
In KKB the water roars
in bundles of rocks and roots
the hammock swings beneath a canopy of tree
and butterflies tiptoe across a vine
disturbing the raucous green
In KKB I float amongst
Romans, Barbarians, players and kings
the afternoon lies endless
the heat stupendous
a missing girl, a body, a crime
In KKB the silence drowns
beneath the march of sandal on stone
the honest detective leads me on
down roads and foreign posts of Empire
I sigh: I begin the journey of a thousand chapters
bliss to read this new friend
In KKB
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12 comments:
It's been a while I don't spend quality time away from the city chaos in company of a good book. Good books in big cities are window through which we try to escape. I like the thought and imagery in this poem. <3
Kiss you. =*
Thinks:- How does the figure on the right come to be holding an ice lolly?! LOL. Hallucination due to overheating, perhaps? ♥
Wonderful!
Lovely. Thank you.
Isabel, you have painted a delightful scene with your words.
Pamela
This sounds wonderful! I love the image of the butterflies tiptoeing across the green vine! I'd love to spend time there reading. Bliss!
paper books are a different experience, a different dimension. acoustic
I also like the butterflies tiptoeing. Delightful place you have created with your words.
Elizabeth
Heaven is a hammock and a book! Sign me up:)
Wonderful, Isobel. Wish I could have been there :-)
What a journey; I loved the imagery and the butterflies tiptoeing...so lovely!
vivid imagery, well done.
welcome join us,
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bless you.
keep blogging.
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