Friday, November 26, 2021

Between the sky and me By Fotoula Reynolds


The wind howls

Aggressive and intense

Hissing with narcissism

A grey mist swallows the sun

Spewing an earthly pleasure

And I wonder where you are

 

Clouds moving in the

Direction we read and write

Confusion hangs in the

Thick-choking air and just

Between the sky and me

I see your grey-area warning






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 at the local pub 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.


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