Poem by Rosa Crepax

August 15, 2023

I painted

in isolation blues
under the soft light
of the loved &
the lover

what did we do next but
keep for another
day?

on most weekends
I’ll meet those eyes

the usual sighs
garnished with rhubarb
sprinkles and tomato leaf

Hallucinations
within trompe-l’œil nostalgia
but with skies full of stars

only at weekends
and probably forever

About Rosa Crepax

Rosa Crepax is a writer and lecturer living in London. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Hobart, Spoon River Poetry Review, Ghost City Review, The Good Life Review, LEON Literary Review, 3:AM Magazine, The Harvard Advocate, Grain Magazine, and others.

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