Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2018 | Page 39

New Journeys to the West
Kennedy School, Wong, Karen - 10
Today, I went to a journey to the West.
The weather was freezing cold.
The wind was blowing heavily ,
And poking through my bones.
On the way, I met a golden monkey.
With armours of finest steel .
He took me to the journey to the west,
That started in the golden fields.
The fields of gold inspired me,
To build an empire of my own.
I just reminded my forgetful brain,
That I wasn’t even at home.
Again, somebody joined our journey.
His name was Butcher Pig.
He works as a meat seller,
And wants to be King’s protector.
We walked through the hall of meat,
The place was very stinky.
Reminded me of dried market fish.
And chunks of refried beans.
The journey was ahead of me,
I learnt how to face my fears.
I was a bit hungry and thirsty.
So monkey gave me some congee.
We walked through the icy cold mountains,
We walked through the clear blue sea.
Reminded me of suspense.
And reminded me in the orchard’s tree.
We got into sorts of danger.
With cobras dangling in trees.
And weapons and spears hiding.
Trying to shoot monkey, butcher and me.
We finally saw their faces of ebony.
With pure evilness and wicked glee.
They held their weapons surrounding us,
The team was the infamous black Smee.
Monkey tried to shoot them with harpoons,
But he fainted during the war.
The team of infamous blacks were winning.
But that didn't give them the lead of the war.
We finally saw a ray of hope shining over me,
And then we started the escape,
We dragged monkey with us,
Then we left in a puff of smoke.