THERE’S SOMETHING HAPPENING IN WINTER STREET

There’s something happening in Winter Street

The caged garden springs in revolt

Against the concrete and the season.

Fireworks celebrate

Through a greenish sky

Their audible colours stifle the thrum of an August city

My eyes gasp and my mind applauds

Reminding me that it has been

Almost a year

And everything is still

Topsy-turvy

© Mel Lampro

DAWNING

Streaked with tears and sweat

As the convulsive

Pulse

Of life

Ripples

Through the night-still air

Calling another soul

To see tomorrow’s sunrise

 

Crimson

Cascading pain

Cradles a noiseless scream

 

Black, black night

 

And then

Cockcrow

 

Our own aurora

Bursts into light

Glistening

Pink

And tight-fisted anger

© Mel Lampro / Previously published: Route 57, University of Sheffield Online Arts Magazine [2006].