A poem by Francesca Diano
Green like dawn among the oaks
green I am – and my throat
thick with moss and heather –
opens to the flush of greenish words.
Green is my smile and leaf-like is my skin
my fingers green grass leaves.
My eyes – a wave – lost in translucent waters
melt into currents and wriggling sands –
travel beyond the bay – flooded with stars –
Flatland –where long rows of preying seagulls
keep time beyond the line of time.
The time that fills me, that fills up the banks
of twin skies – reflecting a blue shyness –
bringing together – interlaced fingers – moon and tide.
Around me dripping of archaic waters
ebullient flashing words.
In their rolling – the clouds – melting the hills
burst with green froth of rhyming waves.
Ogham signs carved into the stone of heaven.
High is the sky and higher still
When I set on my quest – searching the limit
For its primeval sign.
The well of my new path –
gleaming already in its triple spiral.
Listening – open-eyed – to the song of the light
to the lightning that sets rainbows on fire.
The green sacred Isle that is buried inside –
Sphere of desire.
Nothing will win you back
If not a running – melting sky.
(C) 2007 Francesca Diano. All rights reserved
My name is Francesca Diano. I’m a writer, poet and literary translator living in Italy. For more than twentyfive years now I have been studying Irish Folklore and oral tradition. I lived in Cork, where I taught in UCC and was the curator, for The Collins Press, of the facsimile of the original first edition of T.C.Croker’s “Fairy Legends and Traditions of the South of Ireland”, published in 1998 to celebrate the bicentenary of Croker’s birth. This is a most rare edition I proudly own. I translated (adding a long introductory essay) this book into Italian. The book was unknown in Italy and I’m happy to say it became a best seller. I also wrote a novel “The White Witch”, set in Ireland (Cork, Cobh, Dublin, Kerry). This poem is part of a short collection I wrote in English.