The echo darkens in the light
Steps lost on pavements wet with woe
When chords of melodies unsung
Reflect the Moon’s forgetful glance
Like butterfly to blow
On breeze into the distance
And kiss in shadows bright the long
Night into sleep with lays unseen
Of colours never caught by wing
And flung
Upon the notes we’ve yet to sing.
 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. |
