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Zita Consani, 11 april 2012

dawn

dawn trumpets

flamingo fires the sky

day breaks and dreams die

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Zita Consani, 27 december 2011

When Death calls
at the casements of this mortal home,
He’ll not scythe my soul
into the black unknown;
No!

With
feathered feet and honey-breath
Will
dance my lucent Lord of Death,
Aaah!
In
bright and velvet arms
I’ll
breathe,
Here
you are - my Prince –
At
last.

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Zita Consani, 27 december 2011

house call

in half-curl languid on the couch
(the mother chides her not to slouch)

they chit to her the usual chat
(she edging back from doggy pat)

this child who is like secret cat
(a faint impression left on sands,
will o’ the wisp with china hands)

to mute music
in union we move
(but say no word)

yeah
we two curious birds

(in rooms like these where others cough
and bump their knees)

dream
of arc-high sky
sing
with silent tongues

and
fly

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Zita Consani, 27 december 2011

ballad of my youth

ill winds
tangle tresses

my heart all twisted
through with thorns

jaded eyes flash truth and lies
heart-bud bleeds where hate is born

I skitter up to fling the stars!
my black affairs with chocolate bars

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Other poems: dawn, When Death Calls, house call, ballad of my youth,

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