Boat Quay

I never knew of this place before,
This place that seems to come alive after dark..
Where drinks and beers and wine would be served,
And loud laughter could be heard.
It’s always a happy place up the street,
With music playing,
People singing,
Glasses clinking.
It’s brightly lit,
With great neon board signs,
Tempting every passer-by to drop into one of the pubs,
Like a child attracted to a lollipop.

But down the street seems more serene,
With colourful lighted bump boats that glittered the river,
Like the sparkly stars in the clear night sky.
It’s tranquil,
Away from the hustle and bustle up the street.
You would now see cafes,
And the air is always salty,
Reminding you of sandy beaches.
There would be a cool evening breeze,
That caressed your face.

Now, imagine yourself there,
Stretching your tired arms and legs,
As you sit beside the river on a rattan chair,
Soaking in the ambience,
The soothing atmosphere,
Indulging in a cup of latte.
This sight,
This panorama,
Let it enthrall your senses.

Corrine Heng
4I