Four poems
/By Alessio Zanelli
Heritage
Shrouds of dust across the epochs.
Leagues and lustrums,
milestones left along forgotten roads.
The race of events
by the slow flow of millennia.
Progeny in search of primogenitors.
Shadows of memories adrift in the future,
a stock doomed to oblivion.
Empty vestiges,
the earth avenged.
Labile marks
into the brimless abyss of time.
On The Cusp Of The 1970s
Streams of silence debouch
into the oily light of the room,
where a buzzing cassette player
vomits clanking cacophonies.
Outside, the opalescent fog
is neither hasty nor patient;
grievous, the weeks drown
in the fading poster’s gloss.
Shrill, thoughts defy the flame
of a longing without a name;
still, over the worn ceiling
impossible skies glide adrift.
The balance of power shifts
and nobody pays attention,
the wall calendar crumples
in the future-free new year.
Upper Midhope
Mixed cattle freely graze
and falcons circle high.
A bunch of houses shoots
right where the dale ascends.
The trip may have begun
and be to finish here.
Asgard
Snow on the green ground,
golden leaves on the snow,
the sun the great absentee
from solstice to perihelion.
Old comics piled on the table
by a chipped photo mug,
blank paper, a blunt pencil.
Befogged thoughts adrift
down the drain of memory.
Nothing and nobody to avenge
except ourselves on ourselves.
No mighty shield or hammer,
just flickering candlelight
and eyes on the sea.
Ships sail toward the border,
packed with boisterous people
eager to plunge into the void
off the roary brink of lethe
and to fall for eternity.
All I do is
look in a speckled mirror,
all I see is
an old man staring back.
Screaming echoes in the distance,
space and time fade out.
Alessio Zanelli is an Italian poet who writes in English. His work has appeared in over 200 literary journals from 19 countries. His sixth collection, titled The Invisible, was published in 2024 by Greenwich Exchange (London). For more information please visit www.alessiozanelli.it and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alessio_Zanelli.
