A Shilling For A Dream Poem by Chris Zachariou

I.

clandestine smiles and glances
meander to the little cinema

and from its tiny yellow kiosk
they buy a dream and tickets
for a shilling

tonight, their night seems so certain
and their tomorrow 's half-whispered

II.

her white ribbons and her scent
the modesty of her startled dawn
her silver cross and bracelets

mimosa blossom and yellow sands
cyclamens and a sun-drenched valley
cerulean seas and the smell of brine

'you' she whispers in the moment
of her timid sunrise, beyond the words
of pious priests and sombre masters