Day 4: A Book Called “Crying in H Mart”

wet market

            … and assuming crying’s not a laugh,

Love can happen in a hyper-market.
There with the waxed juiceless limes,
and the fish shimmering like paint,
and the brined and rotting eggs with
their shells cracked and dyed in tea,
and a girl’s tears dropping like heavy
pearls when he asks her to marry him.


For Go Dog Go Café. The Title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem. #GoDOGGoCafe  #GreatReadsPromptChallenge ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter. Photo by ja ma on Unsplash

6 responses to “Day 4: A Book Called “Crying in H Mart””

  1. Hypermarkets, soulless but she found romance in the rhubarb!

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    1. Don’t forget those juiceless limes! 😂


  2. I love how you can experience the proposal in this poem with all of your senses. Including secondhand embarrassment

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  3. A wonderful little vignette wrapped in imagery, thick and colourful.


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