Night Market


My exhausted feet wander
pacing tents of aquamarine
vendors haggling their wares
fortune tellers, jade Buddhas and
rows of sparkling jewellery
trinkets to fool westerners with as
I clamp my arm through hers
bargaining with the rest
overwhelmed by colours and lights;
dewy beads of sweat tingle my scalp
as I press through the throng like an undulating wave
faster, like a dancer’s carousel
until we emerge in soaring fields of red
down a side street with dripping air conditioners

-and the dream of cool, fresh air.


Copyright © 2014 by Kate W J White (All Rights Reserved)

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