She had meddled in the lore
of forbidden texts of yore
Thus to even out the score
with a man from Singapore
From the circle on the floor
now arose a marble door
And the markings that it bore
had her shaken to the core
She had seen that strange decor
in a nightmare long before
And she knew that this was more
than what she had bargained for
Panic battled to the fore
and she dared not to explore
What this portal had in store
for her retributive war
So she grabbed the charm she wore
to command and to implore
Forces to return this hoar
gateway to its darkened shore
With a sudden fiendish roar
sparks to dust the gateway tore
while the circle spun times four
and the portal was no more
And in solemn words she swore
then to burn those texts of yore
And to meddle nevermore
with that man from Singapore.
This was my contest entry for The Fourth Singapore Poetry Contest. It was fun to write it, and finding all these rhyme words for “Singapore” was a real challenge. It did not win, but I’m still happy about how it turned out – and thus I decided to post it here.
...these grains of sand 