Ella Hamilton is an emerging and award-winning, Canadian poet. We are pleased to feature poetry and images from her current collection at eunabellagiornata.
Dopo la tempesta
I may be irrational, but darling join me and we can dance around the dark side of the moon.
I don’t like the winter.
But I like how the snow rushes down from the heavens, icing the roof’s of the cities' homes.
I like the romance of the barren trees and how they still persist their story through the ice ridden drought.
And I like the look in your eyes as we dance around the illuminating Christmas lights.
It’s frigid out, yet you make my bitter heart feel almost warm.
Something about the 5:30 bus, how it hustles down the glimmering road. Electrified with turn signals and Christmas lights. And the windows are frosted with droplets of melting snow. It’s such a romantic sight.
6 months to 76, all existing in this condensed, moving space. We’re all so close yet we’re all in our little worlds. For this brief moment in time, there is a drift in reality. Combined existence with a million different stories; a million different places to go.
On this bus, we give up our control. We just sit and hope we get where we’re needing to go.