Anita Magdalena

Anita Magdalena

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Saturday, 22 August 2015


Picture by Gra Howard
poem by Anita Magdalena

She let the Autumn slip from here hair, into the hand of winter waters
November left her celestial eyes and the landscape kept moving
she can't be reached, on the wrong side of morning
and the labyrinth in her palms, speak of lives and lovers
of an age long gone.  From lips fables fall, captured on Gypsy breath.