After the dream
Because my soul is a hollow husk today in search of love I pocketed my sorrows the lone pain, insane. I live in the nothingness of a bramble immersed in the tangle surrounded by light I cannot grasp. It won’t be me it won’t be me to reach for, to absorb the light today, another day, another time will be different. I’ll face the old scars the changing of water in the air.
The thread curls wriggles breaks rewinds it’s there loose pieces hang still there repeat repeat renew reshape break rejuvenate
The whiteness descends purifying the air silence breathes. The fragile pavement highlights footprints tyres stripe the melting road. Bushes glitter in the moonlight shades of silver.
©2023 Carla Scarano D’Antonio
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Carla Scarano D’Antonio…
…lives in Surrey with her family. She obtained her Master of Arts in Creative Writing at Lancaster University and has published her creative work in various magazines and reviews. Her collections are Negotiating Caponata (2020, Dempsey & Windle) and Workwear (2022, The High Window). She completed her PhD degree on Margaret Atwood’s work at the University of Reading and graduated in April 2021.