The Blue Lady. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

'I will not go out - outside
downpours the rain
the thunder roars lion-like
and lightning strikes'

Hoar too
then it is winter

trembles the palace where
I lodge

'...Is there anybody but
cobwebs and spiders? '

'History - ah! History
there be the intensity of
pressure of the surrounding
environment on it'

Hear.
The owls sing not though there
be thick bough trees
Thick roots.
The nightingale
the same.
La-la-la-la-la


here is there not madness
that over joys?

the cup is full to the rim
- and mixed with musty
cobwebs

I will come this nigh ha!
at the window

The lightning
enjoys seeing me at the
windows of the Palace.

Good-bye, good-bye,
good-bye.'