Rosa Crepax

Originally from Milan, Rosa Crepax lives, writes and teaches in London. She has a PhD from Goldsmiths University and lectures in critical and cultural studies. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of Net, and appears or is forthcoming in Hobart, Spoon River Poetry Review, Ghost City Review, The Good Life Review, LEON Literary Review, Arboreal, 3:AM Magazine, The Harvard Advocate, Grain Magazine, Quarter After Eight and others.

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Red wallpaper, no windows

Amor

                                                                                                Nightmare!

Irresistible defeat

War hats;

Rapture;

dance.

                                                                        Flowers and florals

                                                                                                            awake   

                                                                                                in desperate

                                                                                                                         triumph

I promise you

voracious joy 

covered in pearls

 in the garden                                                      Vulgar Amorini

envelop           

abandon

DEVOUR

their

                                                                                                pathological

                                                                                                                        pursuits

We (festive victims in heels)

sing our devotion

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Although it’s nobody’s birthday this time Fireworks

turn the sky orange

and 3.5 million sweet flowers

pour pink over our heads

then there’s silence

and the void is streaked white

The season is changing

but let’s ring a ring o' roses

around your friend

who just got back from LA

and needs a 10 hour sleep

Shall we dance?

Faster

More joyous

And convulsive

But twirling

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