Earthquakes and Milkshakes

As there is to everything,

There is a fitness to grandad

Fleeing a delighted boy.

Miniscule petlets of alyssum

Compliment overweight orchids.

Condos trump the ancient bay.


Drums of stone stacked

One by one on top

Of each other, as in a game,

Exist to be brought down

As Shiva mediates between

Hera and Poseidon.


Thus one is, ironically,

Made whole by fragmentation.

Faith in the species returns

When no one has a clue

As to which cult evolved this flute

Out of someone’s bone.


An antelope

Rendered here in silhouette

Grazes next to Acteon

While he is worried apart

By his frenzied hounds who dream

They seize a stag and pull him down.


Mediterranean surges

Well up in the tympanum

Together with the breeze.

Viaducts will fall

Into the trees.

And me, I could murder an ice-cream.


Selinunte 2020

Selinunte was an ancient Greek city on the south-western coast of Sicily in Italy. Its mighty ruins remain, situated between the valleys of the Cottone and Modione rivers. 

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3 Responses to Earthquakes and Milkshakes

  1. Pingback: Earthquakes and Milkshakes | anthonyhowelljournal

  2. ken says:

    your watercolour has a nice creamy, dreamy, greenie look. Alemon sorbet scattered over hundreds and thousands.

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  3. Yes, indeed, but when we were there in January the ruins were deserted, and we had to traipse into the nearest town for ices!


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