Poems from Milan

Poems from Milan, original poems by Celia Abernethy  

Corner cafe

Having a cappuccino at the corner cafe in Milan looking up at a lady hanging her laundry out on the line she dreams of those days she was young and free she pulls her hair back and looks down at me. ————————————————————————————

Sarah

I met a girl named Sarah she said she was from Australia she told me she came with dreams of being in a magazine but found herself broke and alone now working at a hotel answering the phone. ————————————————————————————

Remembering my Grandfather’s eyes

A shining ice blue that radiated warmth I would press my face so close to him I could study the dilating of his pupils I would wonder if mine did the same thing At the same time He used to tell me his eyes turned blue From looking so much out to sea Sometimes I would see a look in his eye As if he were really looking out to the sea Searching for something Trying to remember I remember my grandfather’s piercing blue eyes My grandfather’s eyes bright and blue He yearned for something Something far and distant Something far and distant But close to his heart