Still wet with light and smiles
Not yet received, like fleece we’ve shorn
Off lambs that spring will never kiss
Nor breeze will hush their tears to sleep
With lullabies blown through the reed
Or dirges moaning on the grass
As time will pass,
Forgotten tales will see no face
Like sparks in ambers hiss
And wake the darkness dull with steps
As soft as sighs
That dare against the night to pace
On eyes
In salty dreams drowned in the sound
Of clouds that silence thunder’s cries
Unbound
Like autumn leaves yet to be born.
 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. |
