LA LIGHT POEM

March 23, 2018  /  greta bellamacina

Litany of forgotten stained glass angels of the East,

new windscreens of rushed oasis highways.

Love must be somewhere in the desert

this perpetual morning of summer, and its swimming pool eyes.

The light that is an ordinary god,

the light that is anarchic

Holds you here, blending the skylines, 

perishing the oceans with adrift plastic sadness.

I thought you said we could be the mother of something

but our delight is neon and brittle.

Who will wash the ocean? who will guard the sun home?

The sunset is a blown lampshade to a land that waits on secret numbers.

The roads hold up a bridge

to another kind of haloed remembering.

Who will raise the crashed ships from the harbour?

Whose eyes can I fall into for sleep?

A maiden name for satellites, 

white rays of passing cars and the gold that is their shadow

bodying sunset, strangering sunrise.

And we are the holders of sky artefacts

who romance and digitize seraphim.

Plastic Hearts

January 29, 2018  /  greta bellamacina

The ocean is filled up with broken dreams now, 

it blows a tomb of hands all reaching out for the sky, 

stone dictionaries in plastic bags, 

agonise stone wings in ink gulls, 

Whale Nation in a plastic bag, breaking like a heart, 

blankets of exhausted geography. 

The birds are filled with plastic too, 

emblazoning emotions in empty bottles, 

that never sink, that never hold you, imagine you in mercy. 

To feel something, to decamp all the years, to feel something at this age. 

The abandonment of light, the vale of light wanting to find something to shelter. 

To find something to spotlight and live in, 

out of the dark amber and to heaven in. 

A nightfall within the living.

To keep going far, to be with the flowers who know the sunlight, 

arms like ladders, handing out weather to remind you of livingness. 

And you have to praise it anyway, cause it breaks you in two

the seven seas, a heavy metal lover man

the water stars and you all in a backwards birth. 

Greta's poem in support of #passonplastic (https://skyoceanrescue.com/passonplastic/)