When the world retreats
02/02/2021
An evocative poem by Antonella Lucchini
Muse: Carmilla Red
The dream lies
in the penultimate house:
the unsaid
the lost
the submerged
the unheard
what was a road
cursed
forced
the ugly
football
the broken glass
the doors slammed
the obtuse epiglottis
the food does not pass
the devil in the house
the depressed father
the stone mother
feet backwards
the falling snow
the rain rests
the dream is the game of time
I am the nut.
Poetry by Antonella Lucchini