Serpentine city By Fotoula Reynolds

I slate a story with

Blue ink-stained fingertips

Broken places

Broken strangers

Broken hearts

I don’t want to talk

 

Small rainbows in puddles

Grey and cracked concrete

Confetti-coloured lanes

Open shirt/in your face

Naked honesty on

Pages of brickworks

 

The telling walls

Read like a liturgy

A scripted language

In a serpentine city

I’m not alone in

A skin full of scars

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.