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Pic by author. Sun Glitter in a northern city

I feel the urge to walk upon dew-kissed meadows
And look for omens in the clouds drifting lazily above
I want a house secluded from society
And a garden where I can grow plants
A safe haven for fairies and nature spirits
-
What about the people dying by the indoctrinated
genocidal hands of neighbouring and foreign men?
The disturbing stillicide of their unutterable grief blackened the pages
Where many of my poems have been sitting untouched for a long, long time -
I am not a witch, yet I wish I was one
I am just a bitch, drawn to bodies and egos
I want to go political, but I can’t
I’m not that smart, but I’ve got things to say

Restless inertia
It turned me into a rock and now I crumble into sand
My mind is starving
No food for my thoughts
Still, I contemplate the moon
Trying to learn about the eternally ethereal dance of celestial bodies
Angel with no wings, forsaken on the ground
I have a soft spot for an unforgiving and
neglecting God
An unforgiving and neglecting father
An unforgiving and neglecting man
I have a soft spot for a caring yet ruthless Goddess
A caring yet ruthless mother
A caring yet ruthless woman

You say I’m a lost cause
I think you’re right, I think it’s true

I moved to a bigger city now
The sea and the countryside are forlorn in the back of my mind
Yet, at night, they keep resurfacing
A call from my beloved yet hateful Puglia
I dream of those southern fields merging with my being
Those same fields from which ghostly voices of men and women rise -
The ones who toiled and sowed that burning land
Those same old fields which served and are still serving
as a safe place for love escapades and gay sexual intercourses

I’m happier now, I feel lucky and freer
I’m without thee though
And my bed

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Rainbow Salad
Rainbow Salad

Published in Rainbow Salad

A place for misfit unicorns to share Poetry and Fiction

Arthur Dewson
Arthur Dewson

Written by Arthur Dewson

Trapped by withering laurels 🥀 Editor for Rainbow Salad. Buy me a coffee if you like my Art https://ko-fi.com/arthurdewsonpoet

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