As a Portuguese of Chinese descent, Ke Huang learned most of her English watching Hollywood movies. She holds a BS from Syracuse and an MFA in screenwriting from UCLA. Her writing has appeared in Asia Writes, Mused, Outwardlink, Scrambler, and other journals. She now lives and blogs in London.
Winter in Lisbon
By Ke Huang
By Ke Huang
Variegated lights, a third
dimension of pointillism. Amber buses,
gold ingots on wheels, blink “Boas Festas.”
Tree branches stretch and
model their nakedness. Voluminous gray clouds loom,
dripping woolen scarves that swathe us.
What are holidays like Christmas
but the blossoming of our civilized flower?
Each square and roundabout holds
an exhibition of a Christmas tree.
By my house,
a blue and red crystalline cone beams.
A wonderful, wonderful poem. Never thought I would make a trip to Lisbon at Christmas and experience such beauty but I just have. Thank you!
Thanks for reminding me of one of my favorite holidays.
Ms. Huang’s poetry is always an inspiration and a pleasure read. What a treat to find her work here on this visit to vox poetica!