Bella Isabella de Medici

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Sun & fresco

searching the impossible

always….

 

Palazzo Medici rings empty

remembers your footfall

love floating from your steps…….

 

Are echoes translatable?

no reflection in the mirrors

 

your brothers fat from glory

hands slaked with your blood.

 

Listen for the tears of your children

weeping for your absence…….

 

Now tourists flood your palace

thunder in the afternoon

 

waiting for your ghost

memory in etched stone ………

 

Out there the hills roll into night

olive groves, vineyards that you grew.

 

I creep beneath your skin

gather the fallen pearls

 

peeling back the point

where light snuffed out

 

darkness fell………

 

Immortality a meaningless word:

I say you saw an Angel once

 

crossing the room; held in light

like swallow’s song

 

shattering the silence

& for a moment out of time

 

I saw you too.

 

 

 

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