I came upon this poem, Black Under Heaven, by Greta Bellamacina. It touched my soul and I share with you a few lines penned by Greta......
"Our child arranging the sky, sleeping
between the doorway
blue garments an ocean on the
bedroom floor
Your scent a kind of black under heaven
all raging and soft,
Breaking the tracks of summer
a chapel in the fourth wall
always lit up and nursing "
The poem in its entirety is worth discovering.
Love from Lisa, Lisoire x
Image taken at la fontaine Médicis in the Jardin du Luxembourg on a special day with my Mother in June 2014. copyright Lisoire photography.
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