Poems from Milan

Poems from Milan,

original poems by Celia Abernethy


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Corner cafe

Having a cappuccino

Italiarail [CPS] WW

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.



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

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Celia Abernethy

Celia is the founder and managing editor at MilanoStyle.com. Originally from New York, she now spends her time between Milan and Lake Como sharing her discoveries and experiences living in Italy. Follow @CeliaAbernethy on Twitter