Saved by Vivaldi
written by: Fotoula Reynolds
Her eyes are sad and cold
Where has her zest for life gone?
Some say, it exists beneath a sun
As radiant as an angel’s halo, but
She searches with a heavy brow
And moves quietly through the fog
There it is again
That feeling that
Silences all thoughts
Choking fading words
Blindfolding her desires
Where once she was
A painting
A sculpture
A poem
Memories sit on the edge of
Her tongue, waiting for a
Forgetful brain to find a
Way of expressing them
And she will no longer be
Her life’s silent onlooker
She opens her soul
Steps inside a Vivaldi concerto
And takes her heart for a walk
Through ‘The Four Seasons’
Where she is, once again
Part of the dream
She abandoned long ago
Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in southern Australia. She convenes a poetry reading group in her local community and regularly attends and participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne. She is the author of three poetry collections and is published widely in anthologies, journals, reviews and magazines. Fotoula is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
Latest posts by Fotoula Reynolds (see all)
- Captive - March 23, 2022
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