It's Spreading Wildfire Won't You Hold Me Close

Odd piece. Almost like a nightmare. Harking back to the years of social unrest in Italy, and to the fears we all have.

Sixty Nine shouts,
for what good they'll do,
Cutting open wounds that
Grimace, say you're fine;
you're fine. Fine.
It's all okay. It's me;
flint and dawn, crackling
into existence, bursting
la piazza, it's everywhere
they look, the sudden fear.

Whisper into my ear,
Non ho paura,
Whisper so I can hear you,
Rushing lexis and words,
brushing past the lines,
Everything we were, love,
Drawing lines in the
dust of broken buildings
that crashed, were torn down,
blown apart by some sort of
justice, but we're here,
Whisper into my ear,
Io non ho paura.

Seventy Two shots, reeling
and riding up, flick, click,
bang BANG. BANG. I'm fine.
It's fine. Dashing in and out,
right and left, bang. BANG.
Lorusso. Alesandrini. Lurilli.
Mana running to the future.
Bologna. It's coming. It's coming.

Whisper into my ear,
Non ho paura,
Whisper so I can hear you,
Rushing lexis and words,
brushing past the lines,
We're not there.
Whisper into my ear,
Io non ho paura.

Author's Note

Sorry for grammar etc... it's meant to be quite frantic but i guess that's no excuse. 'Io non ho paura' is the title of an italian film and book which has links. You say it 'eeoh non pow-or-ah' Or something like that. It means 'I am not afraid'

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Oh yeah, I feel the franticness of it. I'm not exactly sure I completely understood it, but the title speaks so much of it, anyway. Great Read, although the few foreign phrases confused me.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Tina Kline]

I think you did an excellent job. The poem comes across as frantic just like you wanted it too. It gives a very strong feel for the situation occurring in the poem, very frantic!!