Biography of Denise Antoni
Denise Antoni Poems
Sunrise At Rievaulx
Whorled stone, enwombed in time's green curves. Along a knotted cord of path Expectant aconites bloom, trembling white-clad girls
The Dream Of The Sea
The summer shimmers, glitters with promise. There is so much to glean from the sea. A clear wave of memory laps My ankles, deep across the shifting sand
Oscar And Endymion
Oscar Wilde: Each man kills the thing he loves. Endymion: For his element is grief.
Along the lanes the rowan Trees put out their fresh green tongues, To taste again the young yellow dew Of a new-honeyed sun.
Rocks; a roiling vortex. Then, a lull and the first frozen breath Of the ghost-ridden Antarctic. A cold-sweated vessel with depleted cargo Exhaling smoke and death
Call To Prayer
A quick and early evening, Swirled in rose red dust. Blue gum trees obeyed perspective, Standing back.
From among the silver birches Backed by a low sun Come the young men. All dark beauty, full lips.
The Stage Door
Surprised by night, he hesitates beside painted leaves. Canopied by an eerie light, he waits, Pretending not to know wherefore. From the original dark into the golden cup,
Walking down Melrose Avenue Nearly thirty years later, Drunken wheeled coffins and cars clutter; The junk of the world tries to smother you.
A flat green tide neaps at the footstones, Stranding this church on a secret shore. The sea stood down from the steeping of bones.
The bay flames, a brazen chalice. Come and haul from its wine-dark words All the Old World's boasting promise, The vintage, pearly, twilit hoards.
Waiting on a down sized hill, I find myself so much older. Fussily not squinting into the taunting wind. I bite instead the chap-
All I Needed
Sometimes it is enough. Let ancient wreathes Adorn the last casket of my heart. Your eyes Fade. Soon, too soon, Love breathes His last upon me; a feint, cadent, surprised.
The Winter Garden
The southerly birds write their algebra in the skies, Their voices equating frost to sand. Saharan stars span Their wings, calibrating and cross-hatching
The Dream Of The Sea
The summer shimmers, glitters with promise.
There is so much to glean from the sea.
A clear wave of memory laps
My ankles, deep across the shifting sand
Of childhood. I feel the heat of my small hand
In the grip of your large, cool fingertips,
And the strand of emerald weed that wraps
And slips around our feet.