Skip to content

Long before

Long before
the season of low rainfall

Before the thirst
and the absence of love

The city I live,
people were happy

Fathers and kids
played run and hide
and tell or treat
between trees
across fields

Every evening was lovely
Orange and windy

When it did rain,
mothers brought hearty meals
cooked over open, silent flames

And hearts were bright
Yellow.
White

It was the story of long before

and before long..

***

The other day, I showed this poem to a colleague (the @mushmeel on Instagram).

Like usual, he often smirks to everything I write and so he asked,

“why is it run and hide and not hide and seek?” in..

Fathers and kids
played run and hide
and tell or treat

So, my answer:-

‘Tell tricks or treat’ is a Halloween tradition in many countries. ‘Tell or treat’ is also a game played similar to ‘Truth or dare’. In the context of the poem, for me, it’s the practice of treating (read: bribering) the kids i.e giving screens instead of talking to them or giving screens to make them do everything that we wanted them to do. (from my own experience zzz)

I didn’t really explain to @mushmeel about the former phrase.

The ‘Run, hide, tell’ is a general authority’s advice to stay safe in major incidents (act of terrorism). The order itself is a warning, as if something unsafe can happen anytime… you can Google the words to get the feel of it but it portrays the sense of danger and threat. It’s alarming. When something do happened, we usually panick and feeling lost.

And when I said, Fathers and kids played run and hide, not only that I want to highlight insecurity and lost in the relationships, it’s also because I think, fathers (and/or mothers) nowadays always disappear in front of their kids. Temporarily or even seriously. There’s no ‘seeking’ involved. They just run and hide, and f-ing disappear. Oh am I angry?

Same goes to

When it did rain,
mothers brought hearty meals
cooked over open, silent flames

You know what I mean. Open silent flames, oh gosh! and hearty meals? Makan hati in Malay if that makes sense, hahah..

And then,

And hearts were bright
Yellow.

White

Oh come on. Healthy heart is red. Not yellow, not white. But when I used the word bright, the narrative of yellow and white that followed unconsciously become the illusion of a good thing.

My intention is to draw social pandemic in a possibly happy tone.

Okay guys, that’s all from me now. Talk to you later.

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *