By Lidia Chiarelli
Very often on winter nights the halfshaped moonlight sees
Men through a window of leaves …
from: A Dream of Winter by Dylan Thomas
Reflections of alabaster
in the winter sunset
droplets of subtle mist
laying on the sea
with the last games
of starlings in the wind.
A crescent moon
makes its way
in the ancient maze,
in the darkness
carved by the waves
on the sand
(to Rudolph Valentino)
In Life’s masquerade the disguises are many
from: Cap and Bells by Rudolph Valentino
Through the open window
a dull sky hid the stars
when you paused and listened
to the lost language of the night.
Under glittering chandeliers
the precious clock ticked endless hours
and your many faces,
reflected in the sumptuous mirrors,
into another place, into another time
Unspoken thoughts words left unsaid
broken phrases vague illusions
dreams of passion vainly chased.
Then the dazzling spotlights
switched off one by one
on the set
of your last film
Lidia Chiarelli was born and raised in Turin (Italy), where in 2007, she founded with Aeronwy Thomas the Art-literary Movement: Immagine & Poesia.Lidia’s passion for creative writing has motivated her to write poetry and she has become an award winning poet since 2011. Her writing has been translated into more than 20 languages and published in Poetry Reviews and on web-sites in many countries. In 2014, she started an inter-cultural project with Canadian writer and editor Huguette Bertrand publishing E Books of Poetry and Art on line.She is also an appreciated artist, working on installations and digital collages.
Bhaskar Parichha is a Bhubaneswar-based journalist and author. He writes on a broad spectrum of subjects , but more focused on art ,culture and biographies. His recent book ‘No Strings Attached’ has been published by Dhauli Books.
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