Clay Micallef

Clay Micallef Mar 31

I walk upon this
tragic earth, and
as my bones grow
weary, I rest beneath
a fig tree, I watch the sky
sacrifice another sun.
I listen to the wind sing
its songs of the mountains
and the sea and how the
soldiers and the sailors
are lost without their love.
I dream of mandolins and
the movement of clouds.
I dream of white villages
and genuine smiles. I feel
the distance between your
breath and mine. I continue
this search for authenticity,
I hear the fig tree whisper,
sleep now there is no need
to feel afraid …
Clay.M

I set out from Australia, just me and my backpack to walk the 28 day E4 across the spine of Crete, ( The Cretan Way) it was such a life changing experience, I ended up purchasing a small home on the breathtakingly beautiful and rugged island of Crete.

Clay Micallef Mar 30

Hope Sandoval

Now that you have
disappeared into the
mist, now the distance
between us has become
severe, now the rain falls
on the old tin roof and the
light from the moon is honest.
Deep blue shadows swallow
the room as the warm breath
of Hope Sandoval whispers
so softly in my ears, I drift
away into a delicate world,
a world where my mind can
melt into a million lonely stars …
Clay.M

Clay Micallef Mar 27

The Praying Mantis

I walk upon the earth
I pretend that I own it,
I see an army of ants
attacking a Mantis,
I watch it accept defeat,
it is silent in its prayer,
it is crippled in its faith,
my empathy is tested,
I whisper to its god,
give it a quick death!
but its god does not listen
it is slow and torturous,
I hold my breath as the
Mantis weeps. I see the
last leaf fall from a
winter Wisteria it is
naked and boney, it has
become ugly
in its nature …
Clay.M

Clay Micallef Mar 27

I Guess I Miss You

I happened to find myself
longing for some kind of
change, you were telling
me this in that little
cafe on the corner and
in that moment you left
you took away my breath
we were breathing
in the same air, now
it’s 2am and I’m drunk
again alone in this
two dollar room,
I open the widow and
look down at the street
and I try not to
think of you.
The neon signs flash
girls girls girls
as the radio plays
kind of blue,
the cigaret smoke
burns the back of
my throat as I
look down at the
holes in my shoes,
now I close all the blinds
and I turn off the lights
cause I don’t want to
face the day and
I, I won’t ignore
it’s true that I’m lost
and I know because
I’ve been here before,
and these days are
getting cold and if
the truth be told
I guess I miss you
I miss you …
Clay.M

Clay Micallef Mar 26

Slow Movement Of Clouds

I will sit here beneath
the warmth of the sun
I will listen to the slow
movement of clouds
I am comfortable in the
way that time always
leaves me behind
and when I grow old
I hope I grow into
some kind of stranger
in a sleepy village at the
foot of a white mountain
where I’ll write poetry
about wild birds and the way
love never promised to stay ...
Clay.M

Repost

Clay Micallef Mar 26

Now I Know Why Hemingway Wrote Standing Up

If you want -
you can find them here
all those out of shape
poets and writers,
stooping to ungodly
behaviour, drinking
with demons, wrestling
with angels, scrounging
for words on broken tables
trying to make them fit,
words like - honesty - beauty,
- *** - hunger - words that hold
you for a while then let you
slip - unsatisfied. There is a
sickness in this line of work
an inexcusable existence,
a drowning madness,
a longing that leaves you
feeling unqualified. If you
want - you can find them
here, within these hours that
never sleep. Now I know
why Hemingway wrote
standing up …
Clay.M

Clay Micallef Mar 25

Magic Mountain

Someday I will find
a magic mountain,
and I will stay with
one million moths
rebelling against the
light, my wanderlust
will be completely
satisfied, the nova will
sustain its sublime
intensity, I will walk
with my mind swirling
in majestic mystery,
every thought, every
action will be spontaneous!
and it will be absolutely
splendid in every category.
Someday I will find a
magic mountain, I will
drink wine with the gods
and we will smile for eternity …
Clay.M

I eventually found my magic mountain
in the village of Spili in Crete, I purchased a nice little house at the foot of Mount Vorizi.. Sometimes dreams do come true. 🌀