An Evening Sky Poem by Lidia Chiarelli

A slash of Blue! A sweep of Gray!
Some scarlet patches - on the way -
Compose an evening sky...
—Emily Dickinson

So sweet was
the scent of those evenings
when
our steps invented long distance routes
in the summer gardens

when
slowly the lights were lit
and competing with the moons and the stars
formed parabolas of light
on the opaque stones of the paths.

Then, life
just begun
seemed to reveal
- just for us -
a sky of unreal colours.

Countless images
(fragments of old memories)
that
today
recreate and break
in the weary kaleidoscope
of the mind.

Lidia Chiarelli, Torino Italy

Poem in memory of my father Guido Chiarelli, head engineer for the lighting projects in Torino 1956 - 1968