The Old World

The tilled fields remain. Each season pliant and green,
wild with vines and grapes. The sea in the distance.
Grasshoppers and thistles, pebbles, stones choking the air.
Memory of a donkey wagon passing. The peasants faded and worn.
Olive groves. Distances splitting east and west, purple and blues,
row on row, the setting sun a silence, aglow. The crumbling stones
of abandoned homes. Vesuvius of a maddened mother, her grasp, the
pulse of time, all glory tanked. Strips of terrain reminiscent
of lovers forced to part at dusk. Wells keeping their secrets.
Hot malicious days. Nature’s pillars crumbling–unseen, back-beaten.
End of two into one.

Please Note:

The Old World is published in the forthcoming poetry book
‘Exaltation in Cadmium Red’ by Sonia Di Placido, Guerncia Editions, 2012.


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