Woman Within


The darkened glow on faces hung
In demithoughts of parting stares
Cut deep by claws of custom cross
From sea to sky in scolding search
Of clues that keep concealing scorn
Too gross to part
When facing Venus bright and proud
They see the rusty brow of Mars
And cannot tell their light apart,
Deaf to the voice of nature lost
In stuffy cells they draw to shroud
Unopened doors in brass embossed:
The cost
Of fate dictated from afar
By spent, dry stars
And never leave the path to start
Not with the mind, but with the heart.


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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