Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 103

Xuanzang
Sacred Heart Canossian College, Wong, Lok Sze Louise -16
Flimsy cotton clouds
Ripple and flow
Beneath my soles
Flit and billow
Wrapping my torso
There is a man
Behind a desk
As I hover
Inches above the ground
I watch him flick
a thin bamboo stick
Captivating
The ink seeps into
Thin blankets of whiteness
Scrolls lying
On top of each other
Slid to spaces in between
Fitting like a puzzle
Going over the side of the desk
Tumbling in falls to the ground
Running into shelves
One lie open in view with
Two thin bamboo plates
Holding each end
While clean ivory
Is splashed with life
Of words in atramental black
His hand grips the pen
Tight as I grip my beads in hand
I see my name
Once
Twice
And many more times
A calling I have not heard in long
The brush dips into
An ebony ocean
Of wild imagination and thoughts
Comes out trailing strokes
Of raw creativity
Captivating
Entranced
In the first words I have read
Since the time when I travelled
Letters come to
Words come to
Lines come to
Paragraphs come to
Chapters
Of
Me