This is a poem from a short collection of poems I wrote in English. Most of them have been written while I lived in Ireland.
Green like dawn among the oaks
green I am – and my throat
thick with moss and heather –
opens to the flush of greenish words.
Green is my smile and leaf-like is my skin
my fingers green grass leaves.
My eyes – a wave – lost in translucent waters
melt into currents and wriggling sands –
travel beyond the bay – flooded with stars –
Flatland –where long rows of preying seagulls
keep time beyond the line of time.
The time that fills me, that fills up the banks
of twin skies – reflecting a blue shyness –
bringing together – interlaced fingers – moon and tide.
Around me dripping of archaic waters
ebullient flashing words.
In their rolling – the clouds – melting the hills
burst with green froth of rhyming waves.
Ogham signs carved into the stone of heaven.
High is the sky and higher still
When I set on my quest – searching the limit
For its primeval sign.
The well of my new path –
gleaming already in its triple spiral.
Listening – open-eyed – to the song of the light
to the lightning that sets rainbows on fire.
The green sacred Isle that is buried inside –
Sphere of desire.
Nothing will win you back
If not a running – melting sky.
(C) 1998 Francesca Diano. All rights reserved