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Untitled in Blue to Y
A clear, stark choice? No, stairs,
Stairs everywhere, the silent kindness
Of her soul when she plays the game,
But no shelter from quagmires, beasts, or moving sands,
And breathing the only gift if mothers rant
Against quilts and dahlias-
Got it? The sky was a no-man’s land, flowers were
Rioting, blowing up, the winter they began dating,
So long ago, when she would drink flowers
To dance away her soul in a frenzied sky,
As a defiant blue upset her-
The moon? Oh, like you she’s just a heaven’s pariah
As even in the deepest nights
Stars always snap back, if shadows and light
Keep tainting the sky in a mystic diversion-
So, you ready for a raid, you warriors of the blue flame?
And please keep in mind she hails from Essenes
Who smell blue even if the sky keeps wondering
Why do others exist, and why her dim light
Sees herself as a most charming lady in a noble bearing,
Dressed to the nines.
© Gabriella Garofalo
Enjoy other posts by Gabriella Garofalo HERE.
Born in Italy some decades ago, Gabriella Garofalo fell in love with the English language at six, started writing poems (in Italian) at six, and is the author of these books: Lo sguardo di Orfeo, L’inverno di vetro, Di altre stelle polari, Casa di erba, Blue Branches, Blue Soul, and After The Blue Rush.
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