The moon entered the room
--its darklight sickle-shaped
"La luna vino a la fragua"
the room now forge-of-arrival
"Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto"
and the balcony once open
remains unclosably open, still
"A las cinco de la tarde"
The clock strikes five
and dusk swallowed the Moon.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ...just because Lorca was a poet.
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Comments6
Love how complexity is disguised in simplicity in your work. Love the combination of the two languages. Even though my Spanish is weak for these short phrases it is sufficient. Metaphor makes love to imagery in this interchange and out of that marriage mood and thought are born as twins.
Thanks Soren, most definitely appreciated. 🙏🏻🕊️
Very welcome Cryptic
a perfect blend my friend
Most thankful to you, Norman. 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Good write A. Ahhh, the Moon is..... French?! lol. La luna vino and all that stuff.
Enjoy your write
Never tire of the Moon .
Arqios, Lorca enters quietly here, but death is already waiting in the room. This left me uneasy as hell. Fantastic write, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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