the mirror held up
before the closing eyes
catches the closing moments of a dream
Poetry?
small mirror
small mirror
sidelong glancing
how will the evening end
against a white sky
against a white sky
rainbows all colours of blue
changes tomorrow
the sky cracks
dreams remembered
a cloud drifts across her eyes
the sky thunder cracks
The haar
The haar eased in
like a metaphor;
the sun fought briefly
but not enough.
The couple on the beachside bench
stood
and walked away
from each other.
He ran to catch
he ran to catch his dreams.
seafront promenades;
dead volcanoes;
abandoned railway tunnels.
and though his dreams stayed always
a step beyond him
the sun
the rain
the wind
and the snow
took him safely
to another world
The river Anxia
The river Anxia overflowed in my head
in the dark last night
flooding the plains of poppies and sunflowers.
It will drain away, I know.
The earth is well watered.
swimming pool
swimming pool steaming
a first leaf slowly spiral falling
single finger points to heaven
from off the shoulder
from off the shoulder to get off my land
first with a laugh and then with a frown
get away with you you idiot
this is the way that love ends
summer love
sweeter than ice cream
salt as the ocean beyond the horizon
a snap of peperoncino
simonsalento 