Shanghai Noir
Diocesan Boys ' School , Chong , Chi Chuen Jackson - 13
What of the day that ’ s faded dead ? And its life slipped silently away . The evening butterfly came , And the streets are jammed and crammed . The silent glowing worm hanging like a silken lantern laden . Outside the sophisticated softly-lit tea house , A lonely girl passed through the packed streets , And she elegantly arrived .
Silent steps into a choice tea house . Brain magnified by shimmy jazz music . While yumcha aroma falling , her drivel wettens . She ’ s astonished by the gusto delicacies , Stabbing scents by a chef and balmy smells collide . Blinger , jinger , plitter , jatter , He ’ s adding more garlic and ginger . The girl fidgets on her Erhu in the night .
Humming Erhu strings murmur and twine . Mixtures of rhyme and ragtime ricochet tonight . A cocktail of cultures fuse and blindly bind , With a cadence refines , embodied strums are co-signed . Flashing heels and color flutter in the wild . A crowd dances with dashing fervor tonight .
Feet stumble and rackety voices gush . Out of the night , a bleeding dawn does touch . As the Empress Erhu , natural bloom unfurls with grace . Exquisiteness mixed with innocence of haste . The scrim of beeping traffic in confined space . A new shanghai morning softens the morning race .