Category: Poetry and Prose

Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.

Magaya

Meet me in Magaya
on the hottest summer day
in your yellow sundress
and fedora straw hat

Let’s cool down
by the windows
watching the ferries
coming into Paros Bay
while sipping Sangria
and Watermelon Agua Fresca

Magnolia

The winter morning frost
clear the runway for you
to parade on the bare branches
Magnolia!
You set the trend
by opening the Spring show

Island Siesta

Pink blossoms whisper to the suntanned mosaic street
without disturbing the cat’s siesta
under the blue and white island breeze

Pain

Via Cola di Rienzo
an iconic thoroughfare
runs from the Vatican City
to the River Tiber
There stands a tree sculpture
It witnesses the tourism driven prosperity
and Roman workers’ everyday struggles
I name this piece of street art ‘Pain’

Modern Ruler

Standing on the esteem
of a general and statesman
Watching the ancient ruins
and civilisation beneath
The gull is the most free
ruling the modern atmosphere
over all prominent figures
and architectures
stretching from the Colosseo
to L’Altare Della Patria

Footsteps of Centuries

Teleportation

I bottle the sunshine at Trevi Fountain for you
hoping the bitter cold melts at the corner of your mouth
like a child savours a limone gelato

Salt Lines

(A Collab with Bree)

The train tracks line the destination to a constrained world 
where girls in the workplace forever speak of Prince Charming 
On the platform, the cross of reality and illusion 
she sits in the cold with The Price of Salt on her lap
Her curls fall casually teasing her cherry lips
My world explodes like the stars in the Milky Way
I wonder if 
her soft lips could melt my anxious desire into strawberry kisses
I picture her elegant fingers bringing fireworks in all my secret places

She raises her brown eyes across the tracks
enchanting smile lighting up the air between us
Trains rattle 
daring to disturb the line between us
Before she disappears from view 
Her lips mouth words I can already taste on my tongue… 
‘Find me’
and with a flash of steel and glass
I am undone

#cassaquote – 48

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