The baby was ecstatically happy
He had been given a toy gun, a cowboy hat,
It was his third birthday, no harm in that.
Parents were glad to see their child giggle
Pull the trigger shoot down his sisters
While … CONTINUE READING »
Remains of Cambrian
‘83 million more people
Are alive in the world
This year than last year’
Announces the newsman.
‘Adding up to roughly
7.5 billion human beings
On the planet today’
Counts the census.
‘Representing one of the largest animal
Populations on … CONTINUE READING »
Colour vibration
Evolving human
Surrounded by colours,
Gentle grins provoking last
Enduring glances of suspicion,
‘What have they to smile?’
Unfamiliar green-carpet
Streets and glowing faces,
Sounds of unusual happiness
Inundating land, echoing
In the calm unsuffering seas.
Dark elegant suits knit… CONTINUE READING »
Make believe
She did not know,
Or so she thought.
She did not know,
Or so they made her believe.
And believe she did,
They were many,
They had to know.
Temporary doubt
Avoidance of arrogance
Humbleness needed.
Did she have it?… CONTINUE READING »
New spaces for new parents
I was officially born in the 17th century,
My homeland was England,
They conceived me in coffeehouses,
My parents were many.
I was officially born in the 17th century,
When the crowns of Scotland and England united,
When James VI, … CONTINUE READING »
Please tell us stories of the past
Once upon a time
You were important.
Once upon a time
They were inquisitive.
They listened.
They asked.
They were fascinated and marvelled
By your stories of the past,
Neglected by fault of ignorance
Sought for through awe-inspiring curiosity.
They … CONTINUE READING »
My father’s burial
I shall no longer tell you about my future plans,
I shall no longer feel the wide-embracing love
Of your warmest hugs,
Nor shall I listen in your familiar loving tone
Your wise advice always given cap in hand.
Vain … CONTINUE READING »
Sento
Sento giocare sulle mie palpebre
le prime luci dell’alba
mentre echeggiano le note dell’ebbrezza
di chi torna a casa sognando la tana.
Passeggiata infinita colma del dubbio
di riuscire nell’unico intento di rientrare
dopo una notte troppo lunga
e non … CONTINUE READING »
Porpora
Nasce nel verde intenso
di file curate
da mani forti e ruvide.
Le intemperie incuranti
del travaglio struggente
difficile e meticoloso
scavano solchi profondi
come rughe anziane
sulla pelle dell’uomo determinato.
Viene curata, nutrita, amata,
cresciuta con passione
affinché maturi … CONTINUE READING »
Il pensiero permane
L’ostinato minatore opera
instancabile, giorno dopo giorno,
nutrendo ineluttabilmente
la soffocata paura della pietra,
il solido timore
che non cesserà di picchiarla,
ancora e ancora
e forse per niente.
Il fochino interviene a tratti
decidendo se e quando
fare della … CONTINUE READING »