Postcard from Fiesole – Diana Devlin

 

Far away,

I see you best:

fresh as a blood orange

when I close my eyes.

Your breath on my neck,

as warm as toasted walnuts,

trickles through olive trees.

I sit in the shade

and sip the ruby elixir

of you.

 

 

Diana Devlin is a Scottish-Italian poet living near Loch Lomond. A former translator, lexicographer and teacher, Diana now writes full time and shares her life with a husband, two daughters, a Jack Russell and two eccentric cats. Her work has been published both online and in print and she is working towards her first collection. She is a member of several writing groups and enjoys sharing her poetry at public events.

December 28, 2017 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: blood, body, breath, creative, creativity, Diana Devlin, elixir, eyes, Fiesole, fruit, humanity, Italy, nature, orange, poem, Poetry, Scotland, senses, travel, trees, warmth, world, writing 1 Comment