for Maddalena
your eyes are wells
your eyes are wells
where you've hidden
the changing pattern
of the skies
your curls are waves
laying siege to this island
brushing smooth your complexion
the beaches
your teeth new born lambs
through the valley of your mouth
shades of green in your voice
words are leaves
sighs are clouds
grass is whispering around stones
that are broken bones
of ancestors
your heart is in tatters
though a gipsy from Spain
to this country you were married
again and again
27th Febb/6th March