The prison key opens wide
Fields where my wounds are
Poppies of love and hope.
Walls are rivers,
Breath is wind
Words are trees.
But the blood you spill is
Choking your sons
Your fists are empty
Your seeds are weeds.
The light I hold will never fade.
Bio:
Luca Paci is an Italian poet and translator living in Penarth, Cardiff.
Luca is an academic lecturer in Italian at Cardiff University.
He is an active member of Wales PEN Cymru and
Co-Director of the Italian Cultural Centre Wales.
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