I Pictured You (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

On LM-radio played the saddest tune,
outside doves cooed with the whole world in peace,
with power suddenly cut I was ill at ease,
cloudy and full of fog was the afternoon.

I see you on the beach at a minute sand-dune,
the sea beautiful as the emerald aphides,
at the red, yellow and white roses buzzed bees,
thunder flashed it seemed that it might rain soon

I thought about your hot lovely sunny day:
in my mind saw the wind in your brown locks,
on the sand your outline where your body pressed,
in Cape Town a thousand miles away,
above you seagulls flew screeched in their flocks,
while war raged in Ukraine you lay at rest.