A Brief Account of Nonya Ethnoculture in the Straits Settlements




bare barb

stinging touch

thorn among roses

blooming in all seasons

hearts always open to the world

enduring, happy and sad, everlasting

ever inviting, enticing, romancing

your patience long lasting

through rain and sun

yet blossoming

then wilting




one by one

from off the hip

petals stir in the breeze

colorful flames float upon the water

perfume drifts between heaven and earth

and blows with the leaves between mountains and valleys

lost within the lengthening shadows of the twilight

between the rising moon and setting sun

ephemeral moments so enchanting

brief spell finally broken

simple serenity

and beauty

all gone


tell me

if you can

where are they now

my daughters of the soil?

Copyright 2000, by Hugh M. Lewis

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For my two little Nonyas



Hugh M. Lewis