Kittens on brown eggshells

In the old streets, next to the trash containers,
Where life stays frozen as an iceberg,
Where kittens walk on brown eggshells
And break their fragile, transparent claws
While haunted away by the homeless
With interesting life stories;
In the wilderness of the hospital forest,
Where mushrooms grew and got torn out the earth
Without any consideration for the direction of their growth

Were hundreds of graves on top of the hill,
I used to climb without fear;
In the alley of fountains, white outfits and handsome men,
Who were the subject of my fascination,
When I was still learning about injections
And watching diseases of soldiers
Through a heavy black microscope.
(One soldier even cried).

In the neighbourhood of carpets,
Where sunflower seeds got thrown on the streets
Out of anger towards a lover;
Where dolls with blue eyes started to rot on the inside,
Where people were people
And rottweilers were rabbits;
In the valley of snow, tasting snowflakes
And being warm in the middle of buried stones;
In the time that I could smell yellow field flowers
During the winter
My dreams were born...






Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2008-02-20 at 23:33

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Century
This poem is like abstract painting. You can look at the painting many times from many angles and every time you can go on interpreting it in a new way but you will always end up dreaming ...
Well done!
2008-04-06


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is so sophisitcated and powerful the images are wonderfully effective and my fav section is this

And rottweilers were rabbits;
In the valley of snow, tasting snowflakes
And being warm in the middle of buried stones;
In the time that I could smell yellow field flowers
During the winter
My dreams were born...

well done so like Auden in many ways rgds Michael Meddings
2008-02-21