Villa Diodati
like a leaf, you were ambered,
acquiescent, ambling the grounds –
gravel crunched with Converse
& a tableaux daydream:
Byron sailing, or the Shelleys
in love – & then, the villa doors
unveiled untouched antiques
& portraits eyeing every word
like the porcelain it was spoken over –
& sobering outside, ringtones
revealed Omicron will part you,
for months or more, before
the sun left for another city,
& the stars began to emerge
with the shyness of spiders
About the Author: H. K. G. Lowery is a writer from Newcastle upon Tyne. He graduated from Lancaster University with a MA in Creative Writing (Distinction) where he was honoured to win the 2021/2022 Portfolio Prize for achieving the highest mark in the faculty. He has also been published in Poetry Salzburg, Amsterdam Quarterly and Hyacinth Review, and has recently returned from teaching English in Seoul, South Korea.
Image Credit: Robert Grassi “The Villa Diodati in Geneva, Switzerland” Public domain image courtesy of Wikimedia
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