Plate Glass
Plate Glass
The plate glass frontage of the hotel
offers a sea of indigo and ink
to the full moon
to float her wavering disc
of opal and milk.
Now tower is dark,
now spire is silver-sword-sharp,
now pearl is dome:
Valletta in black and white,
Malta in monochrome.
Margaret Clerici
from "Glass:Glimpses of Malta"
Copyright © Margaret Clerici | Year Posted 2009
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