Eternity by Alfonse Battistelli

Alfonse Battistelli | May 20th, 2024 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Foreign hour of twilight flower
Ruptured dusk and powdered moon,
I scale the fortress of your eyes.
Warriors’ tale. The brave, impaled.
A husk survives by violin.

Music thaws across the land
Winnowing dreams with sunlit hands.
Curling up the want for harm,
We live well in each other’s arms.

Poet Bio

Alfonse Battistelli lives in the United States. His poems have been featured in 614 Magazine, Short North Gazette, and Sparks of Calliope. He is a graduate of Ohio University where he studied history and linguistics.

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