Melancholy metaphors
A fantastical premise delves into love and loss
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#1 Posted by
jan fleur
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Nov 22, 2009 11:22 pm CET
High castle, Ulice, river, Brno,
An empty Pension; dark night.
The soul locates the Hospoda.
The writer unafraid explores,
The foreigner producing culture.
Wooden tables; blonde waitress,
Solid oak beams, hot food.
Brass pots, polished glasses,
My younger soul sings.
Shot through bohemian eyes,
Brno, no regrets, softer.
The Hospoda's a stage of life.
Soup plates are cleared;
Diners notice; I notice them.
My art rises above embarrassment;
Moravska has me in this moment,
Traveling, December Hospoda.
Brno December 2006