Lampedusa
I wrote a poem inspired by the island of Lampedusa and the way people lives in the town from the movie.
Lampedusa
Seagulls circle above in the sea-green sandy shores,
Gliding in slow, graceful air,
Like a flock of doves mollifying the high sea folds,
Downward with the wind, forming a whorl,
And just as the seabirds cry, as they fly,
Seagulls circle above in the sea-green sandy shores,
They squawk over where the rocky Cliffside bores,
Hot wind by the coastline rinses in low tides,
Like a flock of doves mollifying the high sea folds,
Push crest and wave onto, then in back of sands and stones,
And so there rests a washed-out love nest for two birds,
Seagulls circle above in the sea-green sandy shores,
Crevasse of wanton rocks, a faint wear of young loves,
White-washed—a sodden trademark—a forgotten lair,
Like a flock of doves mollifying the high sea folds,
Only faded by slops and plash of the seashore,
Lovebirds whose inscribed lines were faint but fair,
Seagulls circle above in the sea-green sandy shores,
Like a flock of doves mollifying the high sea folds.
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