Poetry Blog by Carla Scarano
It is not that you are not happy at home,
dinner is ready on the table at the right time,
the food you like: salmon, caprese and saffron risotto,
Jaffa cakes and sfogliatelle are always there for snacks.
I make ice cream and pizza at weekends,
abundant portions, free service,
the Italian way.
But you need more space, your space,
friends not just family,
cook your ow...
Sunday 28th February 2021 10:00 am
I hope your road is a good one
full of unexpected discoveries,
paths you’re exploring for the first time
where dragons and kind elves mix.
You enter a new environment
a school where you will teach maths
to disadvantaged children, KS 3 and 4,
where you will meet the unlucky ones
who will never access Oxford as you did,
who maybe are not as talented a...
Sunday 28th February 2021 9:53 am
I keep pink fake flowers on my kitchen window sill,
they look real if you don’t turn the light on.
They’re bright with silky petals
a plastic centre
of a never-ending summer.
They stand out against silver weather
and brick walls,
a glow against mist
I cherish in gloom.
I don’t need to water them
they remain fresh on the coldest days,
will fade in tim...
Saturday 20th February 2021 5:12 pm
Not feathered as a bird’s wings are, bat-like
and leatherly, each fanned away the air,
so three unchanging winds moved out from him.
Cocytus being frozen hard by these.
Dante, Inferno, 34, v. 49-52
A storm from the centre of the earth
produced by Lucifer’s double wings
freezing the lake of Cocytus
where we lie shameless...
Saturday 20th February 2021 9:11 am