29 June 2014

Federico Garcia Lorca (The Piano)


FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA (THE PIANO-WRITTEN BY LEAH LOPEZ)


Exposed skin adjusts to the poetic rhythmic flow of ocean waves
two souls; locked in embrace
eyes; incisive, reflecting from the moonlight’s glow
there is no voice, no lost echo
nurtured merely by their internal piano
-artlessly written
so wrapped up in the prosperous night
no thoughts to you or I
and, who, if anyone, has the right to disrupt
…two men; Federico and Dali from their sacred love?
The rhythmic flow of the ocean wave’s increase; trying to deter any following communication...

-reuniting their bodies, their kiss…through determination-


and, just like the ocean wave’s, who tried to demolish
such people wait…to destroy what they detest
one man-Garcia-stood for his rights-reciting words of wisdom, to those who thought alike
Dali grew further apart from Federico
the stigma he felt; resulting in the hands of marriage; a woman who knew nothing
nor cared of his past.



-Garcia-Garica-Garcia-

The blindfold slides down his face
he turns left; he turns right
two men, one at each side
both with blindfolds sitting on their shoulder
4-5 men in-front, all armed with guns
“BANG….BANG….BANG!!!”
All three men fall to the ground
the cool afternoon air sieved through locks of hair
long stems of piercing grass sway
dancing to the sound of a piano, in the dying mind of Garcia…
his eyes open…latching to anything that resulted in light
heavy footsteps pound the ground-Garcia closes his eyes-tight-
“He is still fucking alive” said one of Franco’s men
“There is only one way a queer deserves to die!”
BANG!-A bullet to the head…
two gun shots, drown inside his blood...


...the news spread; just as quick as the crimson flowed, painting the fallen leaves
screams of hysteria; family, friends…Dali
Silence filling the joining atmosphere
no one knowing, what to say…to do!
In the background music beams
from an old piano, the dust soars
dancing amongst the ones left behind

“Garcia…Garcia…Garcia”

we will continue to say your name
and honour your freedom of speech



1 comment:

  1. Frederico's memory lives on in this beautiful, moving poetry.
    Thank you Leah x

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