Hyde Park as a Metaphor – Matilda Z. Halen
September 23, 2021
Entering- – – –
Endless Summer Break
He is not afraid of life but death is an exception,
not his own, but her radiant soul.
Not his own,
But her radiant soul
Gleaming —
Under — —
The starry night — — — —
West Coast summer child
A trip to Salvador— he sings 1920s Jazz and a Russian song.
He stands there 6 ft 3 like the Berlin Wall.
Blue shirts, summer rain
He doesn’t speak Miss. Sinner’s language in Budapest
She was a raindrop in the mountains made of stardust.
Television, velvet curtain, a man who wants to conquer the world.
She was a raindrop in the mountains made of stardust.
Where will you go after the end of the world
Valérie where will you go after your blood run cold
In this brutal wonderful world.
Downloading- – – –
Endless Summer Break
She was not afraid of death but life is an exception
not her own, but if his luminous eyes ever turn dim.
Reflecting —
Under — —
The Pacific Ocean — — — —
Mid-July, Ithaca snows 99 degrees
She said give me a cigarette choke me to death
Christmas, see you in Hyde Park.
But I saw the strength in your eyes
Christmas, see you in Hyde Park.
I saw you standing there 6 ft 3 like the Berlin Wall
A force of nature
Can you light my cigarette?
Christmas, see you in Hyde Park.
Downloaded- – – –
Endless Summer Break.
He said
I am coming home
Just hold my hand.
Matilda Z. Halen is a writer based in Washington, D.C. Her work has appeared in New English Review, Expat Press, Misery Tourism, and other publications. You can find her on Twitter @mydearmatilda