Self Portrait – by Luigi Coppola

 

Out of sync I move
with the twitching light bulb,
trying to remember him:
how he stood, sounded,
the shadow he cast,
how the air tasted around him.

Delving through boxes and bags,
I found all that was left, hidden away.

I tried on his clothes:
the socks fitting
but the rest too tight,
faded in colour and style.

I opened his diary, breaking
the lock with the wrong key,
and read aloud forgotten fictions
and scenes more real than memory.

Then I found his ponytail:
wrapped in newspaper,
cut at the base,
still tied with a band,
smelling clean and new
and not grey and old
and somehow still alive
at the severed roots.

 

 

Luigi Coppola teaches and writes in London, England. Poems have/will appear in: Equinox, Fourteen, The Frogmore Papers, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Iota, Lighten Up, Magma, The Ofi Press, Orbis, Other Poetry, Pennine Platform, Poetry Digest, The Rialto, Snakeskin, South, Strange Poetry and Stride Magazine. www.luigicoppolapoetry.blogspot.co.uk