nor about great relief
BUT about an ugly old man
Ugly?
yes, you can see that
though in all darkness
he is so very very ugly
you dare not to bet
he is too ugly
to chase me!
that ugly old man
was constantly chasing me
finally he became exhausted
I looked behind me
where was he?
he dissipiated
right ahead
in the flames
of hell’s darkest bed
a metaphorical pun
© Sylvia Frances Chan – All Rights Reserved
Saturday 15 Aug 2020
This is a translation of the poem
Droom Van Gister-Avond….
by
Sylvia Frances Chan
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