Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 26

Raining cats and dogs. Sailors grabbed their ropes, Then pulled in unison. The ships got their balance. Everyone took a storm shower! Sailors all pray, For the waves to have no violence. Suddenly the sunshine came, First the darkness But now the happiness. As the clouds separated, A splat of green caught their eyes, A vast island that you couldn’t deny. How exciting it would be, Now wait till you see. However, until they step, A trap was dropped. Two got caught, Rest had fled. Rustle, rustle! Out came a bunch of strangers, Holding bows, swords and daggers. Men charged clutching guns, Others shouted gripping their spears. The hitting, the killing. Oh! So dramatic! The fight ended up with blood pumping, Scars revealed and bruises occurred. Men were beaten, Exhausted and collapsed on the ground, Hunters surrounded, Holding their ground. The chief stepped forward, Looking up, his eyes were suspicious, But could’ve gone worst. Men surrendered, Bodies were tied with the hands While legs were bind with long thick ropes. The tribe feasted with a hearty meal While men struggled to set free. They hid their daggers Until midnight, Sawing ropes secretly. They got up and fled back, But the land was gigantic That they got lost. Roar! Roar! Ooh! Ooh! Ah! Ah! Creatures woke but they daren’t care. They bumped into a giraffe and were surprised, Grapping the giraffe, They left a stunning crystal vase That shone brightly like lit candles Feet aching till they went back, Sweating fear like a mouse. But angry like a bull.