Reivax Camlost

In bocca al lupo

In bocca lupa: Rain;

wet forests filled with silver trees,

a shadowed oak with darkened leaves,

a bird whose wings beat off the frigid wind—

rain is falling down,

a rising mist is autumn's crown;

a Sanguine flower in the light,

its petals clasped with Summer's parting kiss.

 

How I wonder at your tenderness,

I could not touch you and remain the same;

In bocca lupa: 

Rain is falling down. 

 

Comments4

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

    Wow a very interesting superb imagery poem in a fine forest setting wow! What does Boccaccio Lupa mean I'm curious to know. Kudos for a super poem.

    • Reivax Camlost

      Literally, "In the mouth of the wolf." It's sort of a good-luck salutation in Italian.

    • AlitaOpal

      Bellissima! Nicely put together ..

    • Lamar Cole

      Very Nice Poem.

    • Reivax Camlost

      Points to anyone who can recognize the metrical allusion here...



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