Poetry for my soul


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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