BLURRED NOSTALGIA 2008-06-16 BLURRED NOSTALGIA Yells in hell I heard And bells in church. Strange sounds in the blue mosque While Sophia came Near me, wet with sweat. Bulbous orthodox onions. Spiky spires of old, Cathedrals in river fog Or mystery mist of gauze Like lace on wounds, tainted with blood Of wars long gone, with guns and grenades. London, Istanbul, Leningrad or Saint Petersburg. A travel log of visions in my mind A path of broken bricks, red tiles, grey concrete White railway station restrooms Urinals, waiting for a train; Or empty piers on some frozen inland sea Waiting for a wild blizzard, Colours fading, White out. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 259 Back to home