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MONA LISA
Passion
Smoulders!
Mona smiles
Reason falters
Mona Lisa suggests:
“Fall entranced
Under my gaze”
Blood pounds
My ears hammer
Is she up for it?
Mona flirts
Suggestive smile
I find my hands
On her thighs
Red alert!
Her smile fades
Mouth turns sour
Cold cheeks
Arms rigid
Thighs sealed
Think ice,
Siberian wastes.
She doesn’t
Want to know…
AERONWY THOMAS
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Babyish
The poppet murmurs an unclear song
Waiting the snail to get out from the conch
Around him enlaced hence with high fir-trees
Stay close by each other as cranial bones.
ALISA VELAJ
Translated by:
Laureta PETOSHATI
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WHAT DID YOU (DO ) THERE?
There’s something there,
where, care
to look behind the sofa,
along the curtain rail,
under the Queen’s chair.
Care to feel your way
into the cupboard
it’s dark in there.
Since he’s come to stay
I keep clear.
But you’ve got claws
and pointed teeth
he wouldn’t dare
to pick a fight
with you.
And as a mere
surmise
a surprising thought
I ask
Might you be the “he”
who’s come to stay?
AERONWY THOMAS
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VIEW FROM MY GARDEN BENCH IN SPRING
There are my rhododendrons, Scarlet, tangerine And umbered cream, Flamboyant under The bleak ash tree.
Loose-tongued blooms, The envy of more sober shrubs They flaunt themselves Like frilly flirts, Disturb old earth.
CAROLE CHRISTINA JACOBS Rhydlewis – Wales- GB
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VEDUTA DALLA PANCHINA DEL MIO GIARDINO IN PRIMAVERA
Ci sono i miei rododendri, Scarlatti, color mandarino E di un intenso color crema, Sgargianti sotto Il frassino spoglio.
Fiori ciarlieri, Invidia di arbusti più sobri, Si pavoneggiano come donne civettuole E disturbano la vecchia terra.
TRANSLATION: Lidia Chiarelli |
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DYLAN’S DAUGHTER
They want me at the party
I don’t know them
they don’t know me
because I’m Dylan’s daughter.
Why can’t my husband go
alone
they’re his friends
his party
but no
they want me there too.
Can’t you ring
I’m indisposed, awful cold
a bug
a severe allergy
to their kind invite.
No hope
no good prevaricating
got to bathe
prink and pother
choose an outfit
and worse
be ready on time.
“By six, did you say ?”
“The earlier we get there
the earlier we can leave”
he lies
knowing the return trek
will be cold,
late
lengthy.
While I’m celebrating with
Prosecco and delicious food
he’ll be singing his heart out
with Welsh friends
last to go
befuddled and sung out
with me in tow.
Ah, well
better get ready
pronto
because I’m Dylan’s daughter.
AERONWY THOMAS
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