David Subacchi- Three Poems

A COLD FEAR

A cold fear has spread

From every corner

Darkness now seeps

Into each opening

And crevice

Blotting out hope

Extinguishing any attempt

At a smile

We huddle together, longing

For some accidental spark

That just for a moment

Might reignite our humanity

And illumine the dreary

Vault in which we lie.

COUNTING DOWN

There comes a time in life

When you start counting down

Minute by minute

Second by second

Heading for a launch

Or an explosion

A cataclysm

Or just a release

Counting down, counting down

There’s a kind of calmness

And reassurance too

Safe in the knowledge

That the sun is setting

Happy to accept

The game is over

But it might not be

Unless you let it

Counting down, counting down

Shuffle the deck slowly

Deal the cards out for me

Roll the dice around

Show me the omens

Toss the coin highly

Stare at the tea leaves

Light me a candle

To the Madonna

Counting down, counting down.

BAPTISM

 (For Flora)

Without it no life exists

This dancing, precious water

As once from Jordan’s river

Raised, blessed and then poured over

What do you ask for this child

A day of celebration

Or another lamb counted

In the flock of salvation.

David Subacchi studied at the University of Liverpool.  He was born in Wales of Italian roots and writes in English, Welsh and Italian.  Cestrian Press has published two collections of his poems. ‘First Cut’ (2012) and ‘Hiding in Shadows’ (2014).