The last time we spoke with the gorgeous and talented Greta Bellamacina she was getting for a poetry read in Paris, the city of lights, and we were lucky enough to read an original poem written for The Eye of Faith on the banks of the Mississippi River.
Now she is back, with another exclusive poem, and a new book of poetry hand-picked by the divine poet laureate herself, as well some gorgeous black and white portraits that portray the artist in the most gorgeously mysterious manner. . .
Even as she works hard on a commission by the Royal Academy for their annual summer show, she still has time to be one of the world’s most intriguing style stunners, most especially at the release of POEMS which was featured on the VOGUE UK blog!
London at night
the unbearable night
the night building which washes water
the night wind which sounds like trapped radiator spirits
the night red light mill
the night full of ship tears
the night window that pains
the mystery that calls you old-fashioned
the night meadow of drafts
the water you would plant under the ground
to save a generation.
The night walls that shudder flowers
the night woman who is bare
the equal distances from arms and closed eyes
and gardens that makes a city wide.
The great face of street kingdoms
the letting of strangers
with metal coloured necks and the sex of swans.
The night cars that are already knocked at doors
the eyes of god lamps
the night love of dead trees
the five stoned fat of sunlight behind the night
the nights spangle of solace
the park firing of birds
the parks angels
the denial of kneeing
the fear of the colour grey
the night that is your collar bones
the night which is a wife
the nights common breath
the night watching over the year
and requiting the vertical fires of land
with sea-sore heads.
The unforgiving night
the polite notion of restarting and the barking of roses.
The night skin of summer
the eight ways you became bother and sister
for the sake of rainwater
freely whiter than burnt wood.