Salvatore Ala

Rookie - 415 Points (February 18,1959 / Canada)

Young Love In Ancient Place - Poem by Salvatore Ala

I'll share this photograph of my parents with you.
It's like an old wine overflowing time, still new.
They're eighteen and twenty-four, in their best poor clothes,
Posing under an olive branch on a Roman road.
The picture is classically imbued; they, permeated
By natural light like actors in a neorealist film
Embraced in some final frame of desperate justice.
The photograph arrests the wind of the day, that moment,
Blowing blades of blurring grasses into living inertia,
Light pregnant even in the stones and shadows;
And there's something more, something magical,
Beyond youth and beauty, a divinity being born,
Cupid bending the olive branch, the arrow flown.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 29, 2014

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