the sea throws fishing nets into the sky
the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore
ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night
fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds
I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt
you smoke cigars within the loneliness of banyan parks
and in our island where all Mondays dress in black
our Tuesdays lock the saints in cages built from tentacles of mud
confused, the ships engage in fratricide,
mercenaries, the new gods, turn statues made of marble into dust
on Sundays, intoxicated by the smell of oleanders, we make love
hallucinations separate the blood of stars from sand
and by the sea which throws its fishing nets into the sky
we wait for the true day
the day that never comes
© 2019 Gabriela M.
Gabriela M. is a US university professor and the author of three novels. Her poetry was published by Spillwords Press, STRAWZINE (London), Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine, Vita Brevis, Indian Periodical, Gioielli Rubati Poetry:32 (translated in Italian by Flavio Almerighi), Tuck Magazine, and KashmirPen. She was selected “Author of the Month” (April 2019) at Spillwords.
Her work was included in the anthology America’s Emerging Poets Southeast Region (Z Publishing House, 2018).
Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times Bestseller “Drowning Ruth,” on Gabriela’s poetry:
“With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela M. evokes a fantastic world ripe with emotion.”