A Poem for Anna Akhmatova
When the Lightning Struck I was bare as my skull hoping to find refuge in your words, brain teased to enlightenment as the pages struck the clock of Reason. I feel my blood thicken, Your writing is so hard, I am petrified, Akhmatova. We two are made of storms, сестра*. *sister (from Guerrilla Blues , 2012 © Alessandra Bava)