Title: Chinese Colours

Author: Chris Tse

In: Sport 33: Spring 2005

Publication details: Fergus Barrowman, 2005

Part of: Sport

Keywords: Verse Literature

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Sport 33: Spring 2005

Chinese Colours

Chinese Colours


It wasn't always so—this chink
in my armour letting true colour show,
a shade I could never find
in crayon boxes—the available
yellows always being
too cartoony or sickly to fill in
the outlines of my family.
Instead I'd reach for the pale peach.


Without which
there would be no such luck.

We bundle our money
and give it away
in red envelopes, for fortune.
We tie red ribbons around
our pot plants
to bless the home, for prosperity.

Then there is the deep red
of char siu, rich and sugary
as red should be.

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Bananas: yellow
on the outside, white
on the inside.


The Chinese man
with the unfaithful wife
is sentenced to a green hat.


A cloudy mix of green
and white adorned the wrist
of my Ma Ma, the heavy fall and clunk
of it resting on the table became a rhythm
for the house.

After the stroke she moved
so much slower, and the thud
of her jade bracelet
became much much heavier;
the room would sigh.


is the colour of my true-self's hair.
In my formative years
it was stripped to blonde, blue
and red (but never green)
in a timid attempt
to rebel.

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Gung Gung rotates
the teapot three times
to give the leaves
a chance to flirt
with the water.

The tea is a pool
of gold. It is all the sun
in our tiny white teacups.