The Dantesque Dance Began. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Dantesque dance began.

For it was midnight struck:
so the high bells
of Saint John's Cathedral.

Shiver
the trees by the Cathedral's
face.

Shiver
the houses in sub-conscious dream.

Shiver!

Shiver!

In the square
before and in front of the Cathedral
the Dantesque mantles fly thin taut
transparent-grey-dark
and the medieval drum
plays silent heard by dancers just.

No, not by the houses

No, not by the dreamers.

Hurry
the hours pass
this night.

This night
in Saint John's Square
in front of the Cathedral
the temperatures rose suddenly
Post-midnight.