A Dream of Blue Roses
Your pierced hand is a thin embroidery
of azure rivers and pain. Adrift
in your trembling pulse the ocean-milk
of your blood repeats the pattern of rain
terse in August and spilling through the
underground lode of your veins.
This winter the roses are blue, they hint
to renewal, to the end of sorrow and waiting:
still entangled in sleep, your azure body glimmers
with light. Your eyelids of silver resplendent,
you’ll wake in the reversed lore of a dawn
burning with shimmering light.
Federica Santini lives in Atlanta, GA, and teaches at Kennesaw State University. She holds an M.A. from the University of Siena, Italy, and a Ph.D. from UCLA. A literary critic, poet, and translator, her work has been published in over forty journals and volumes. She is a 2021 Desert Nights, Rising Stars Writers Conference Fellow (Arizona State University).
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