Poems from hubyantonio
Modeled on: “An Irish Childhood in England: 1951” by Eavan Boland
The rapid-fire drone of porch-front gossip,
the incessant flow of midday...
Modeled on “The Black Lace Fan My Mother Gave me” by Eavan Boland
It was the first gift he ever gave her,
handed down generation after...
It all started with a softly mumbled phrase..
Received and pre-conceived by a virgin mind
Nothing more thought of but a friend doubled in...
A light breeze fell on his right shoulder as he walked past the glistening lights of the shores of his salvation. A shadow followed his...
A world unknown,
To heaven, one’s own.
Wisdom forever doomed,
To in the darkness always loom
One man with the power,
The power to rule
A...