Dust

 

The Sun rays scour the soil and sweep the dust
Of cracks and crannies hiding from the light
And seeking shelter where heat insists
Are dying droplets left from time of joy:
The children play hopscotch in frozen caves,
Unconscious to the storm that growls ahead
And craves unwelcome furrows in the skin
Of earth and life and soul the spider weaves.

 

Adriano Bulla, a servant of Calliope, was born in Italy and lives in London. He has been publishing books since 2005, when his first collection of poetry, Ybo’ and Other Lies hit the shelves; he has since published a surreal and unusual novel, The Road to London, which mixes poetry and prose, a collection of short stories, Tales for the Free Mind and Open Heart and a second book of poetry, Queer Poems, he has also published a study on Dante and Coleridge and a grammar book. His constant search for new and innovative forms in Literature, intense and unusual imagery has been accompanied by a growing awareness of social and psychological issues.

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