Eleanor of Aquitaine


There are stories from the past
That summon you like lighthouses
There is the delirium of diary pages
That storm your body with a convulsion of feelings
There are moments in the past
Relived in the present.

There are species that speciate
Out of love, but remain forever a fossil,
A missing link. Of what the earnest
Heart ploughed once from the soil, to plant
A seed of hope. To grow what is concealed
Beneath, to what has its own beautiful life.
Of how youth is a graveyard of memories
Each with an epitaph.

And hers stand….

La mer a mort a l’interieur de ma coeur.


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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