Untitled in Blue to Y Gabriella Garofalo

 

Vanessa Pozos

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

Gabriella Garofalo

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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