Ronan Hyacinthe

Lisbon Logbook 5 & 9



   We’ve flowed up and have
grown, we’ve sprung from its
top – have passed, and leapt: our
lip-licking tongues -, branching
out with a laugh from each side
of the wall, we’ve often been
looking for even more warmth.
   Ogling at our shape, rounder
do we brim.
   Heavier for in clumps,
our fingers are twigs.
   We’ll fall – squirting in our
mouths -, and seep once again
deep into the ground.


RUA DE SÃO PEDRO DE ALCANTÂRA, 79 (Lisbon Logbook 9)

   And it’s fun and it’s
hard, and it’s also very
light, much better they
stand apart with the
trees now helping out.
I can swerve, I can
turn: see the fountain
lift her smile. I can
ride, and it’s brisk:
all’s so wobbly so

After studying philosophy both in London and Paris, Ronan Hyacinthe began to write in Rome. He now works in Lisbon. Some of his poems and haikus have appeared in mainly British magazines (Stand, the London Magazine, Envoi, among others…)

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