Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)


Blooming in to the nights
And pagan snow
The Pig of the Trough
Wallowed on his belly
On the flaky snows
That melting were
Looked up at the melting

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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  • Daniel Brick (3/14/2014 9:09:00 AM)

    Is this a spring poem? The snow is melting, the pig sees the shining sun at the end. The land seems to be loosening up after the frigid hold of winter. But I may be reading my own sensory experience into the poem. Just five days ago the temperature in my hometown was 12 degrees below zero, but today it is almost 60 degrees above zero. That's a 70 degree difference! So everyone here is exhilarated by an early spring. Water from melted snow (perhaps pagan snow) is rushing down streets and sidewalks like tiny rivers. So you see I was primed for a Spring Poem, and your BLOOMING has fulfilled my immediate need! (Report) Reply

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