for that which is no longer ours
SEASONS PAST
Nothing Lasts
Bernard Pearson
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His work appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing
Nothing Lasts
In the olive grove
when you held me like a baby,
and the sound of the bells from the white church
fell down the cheek of the mountain.
Where we had planned life
after the fighting had stopped.
The Eagle 'His Majesty' we called
him. took a hare from
The hillside, (the old devil)
if only you had held me
like that last spring.
under the juniper moon
Listening to Callas
singing 'O mio babbino Caro'
On uncle's stolen gramophone.