Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 31,684 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Blue House - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

'How eerie to the bones'

'Doors, windows clank'

'And the ghosts are elongated in

'Ha! Ha! the house have turned blue
with chill and frost
yellow with fear
therefore a combination of colors
have they'

'Give me the fire,
the subterranean fire.....

'Call yon nightingales make them

'At night's masquerade in
Hastings Gardens? '



Topic(s) of this poem: city, death, life, love, music, myth, nature, night

Comments about Blue House by Emmanuel George Cefai

  • Daniel Brick (9/8/2015 5:50:00 PM)

    Well, this is foreground action: it seems to be definitely malign but in a mischievous way rather then evil. The interplay of voices seems too relaxed to me to project the presence of evil. I saw a theatre company recreate a Commedia del Arte in which people got what they deserved, and the bad guys were humiliated and beaten with wooden stakes, but not killed. Well, it wasn't my kind of comedy, it was too cruel. But perhaps something like that occurs here? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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