By Anna Panunto
She becomes his whiskey
As the strong liquor is burning his aged throat.
The light of his core turns into an ancient rosebud
Sin becomes his flower…
The orange sky with his initials stamped on it, is freely coming my way like a crazy magician with luminescent eyes. All can hear the golden trumpet that fills the void of lonely hearts. Yet, I prefer the nocturnal night in spite of its nagging sighs of a neglected yesterday.
They say that I am an immensely creative spirit- one of duality with tangerine orange strokes, magnified a hundred fold. Perhaps, that is me. Our initials are destined to prove the prophetic words of Sylvia Plath wrong – we shall not lay with the insects but rest with the wolves. Love will not depart our souls… For I may be tangerine orange, but he is a raging blue. And, so blue desire is formed in the sky whenever we meet. He beats on my heart the tongues of the dead and I revive the secret poet hidden behind his cold lips. Oh, dead poets of a forgotten old Europe, forge your allegiance with our souls!
The sky is now falling as he unveils his eye to the deadly storm. Come hither pernicious rain of two lives, a deadly storm awaits us! I begin to melt like a scalding candle. Yet, he is frozen like a thinned out ice berg waiting to die.
He is revealing a secret to the heavens above and calls me a forbidden name – STRANGER. Suddenly, his flaming blue desire and her raging tangerine orange – collide. Two bodies call unto a forbidden death. Beating on aged skin, his impetuous heart of the past turns merciless. He wishes to forget that he makes her lips more scarlet and that she makes his eyes shine brighter. The homeland is listening closely and the wind of truth appears. He scribbles in the margins nonsense and creates dead color. She flirts with sounds that perturb him and expresses musical notes of freedom.
Now, he paints a blank portrait wishing to betray her and then the unspoken curse is felt. She laughs like a madwoman and her hands made of liquid gold get him drunk but, the manic giggle of a haunting spirit manifests a snake’s venom in him.
He is now staring at her like a cautious wolf. His eyes are glittering as he shows her his threatening claws. He is not at peace with his destiny and wishes to remove all tangerine imprints from his soul. Rips each stroke with his claws – one by one. STRANGER – you are nothing…
Beating time
Wandering land is near
Dead poets loved to name her – goddess of the night
Musicians loved to name him – emperor of the day
The shining field of heaven calls him
Yet she is rooted to her earthly spot
And remains as sturdy as the great Marfisa.
His soul elevates to the heavens
As he avoided the farewell.
At the end of this sad tale, there is a glimmer of happiness. As one angel ascends, the others remains but both shall always shine bright like one star. And the heavens will celebrate with poetry and music.
Until, her day arrives, his hand will take her and not with claws but fleshy fingers filled with love.
Until that day, the revelation of two souls remains a secret. And their tears shared with dead poets and musicians.
Revelation of two souls – written in the book of life.
Anna Maria Panunto was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec Canada. She completed her Bachelor of Arts and Masters in Educational Studies both at McGill University. She is of Italian origin and speaks three languages: English, French, and Italian.
Anna is a teacher by profession and has been a Course lecturer at McGill University and an Adult education teacher at a local schoolboard for over 20 years. Over the decades, she has published poetry books, fiction and non-fiction short-stories, various articles and other stuff.