Friday, 31 January 2020

Poem: 'AND THEN THE SUN ROSE LAST MIDNIGHT'



AND THEN THE SUN 
ROSE LAST MIDNIGHT/ 
LOVE HAS GRAVITY 


lint-white face
smears

sat in La Rambla
watching
street theatre

he fingers her
into slow whiteness
descending her arms
gloving each finger
in turn

the silence
is vast, this
time in Barcelona
we don’t even see
Sagrada Familia
but sit in the
Placa Catalunya
feeding pigeons
where even shadows
hide in shadow,
waking
echoes to life

sat in La Rambla,
her legs smudging
to clay whiteness,
she becomes a statue
as we also turn
to gradual stone

even love,
it seems,
has gravity


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