The Night Market

The Night Market

Red sun
drew hot, hammered
heat on tarpaulins soft
as roasting noise scented the night
with stars

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

for dVerse

Poetic form: Cinquain 2.4.6.8.2,  a recollection of the night markets in Hong Kong

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24 thoughts on “The Night Market

  1. fun mix of the senses (even if you did not use Tony’s form)!

    Since young, I told my children that starts came from the crackling sparks rising from our bon fires. Your poem took me there.

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  2. mmmm….makes me think of camping…
    I lived outdoors for a year right after college…
    cooking over the open flame…nothing like it…
    there is a little relief from the heat, come night…

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