David Subacchi


 Scripture tells how the house was filled with wind
 When the spirit entered, a holy wind.

 How everyone though from different countries
 Understood each other, a blessed wind.

 And a tongue of flame rested on each head
 Swept in by this mighty, violent wind.

 Causing all to speak in strange languages
 A miraculous, mysterious wind.

 Those that witnessed believed these men were drunk
 Not so, they were moved by a Godly wind

 And I David often struggling with words
 Pray often to feel the strength of that wind.



 Sand on a beach in France a sudden wind
 Our tablecloth like a sail fills with wind.

 Waiters close shutters, suspend all service
 Plates and cutlery upset by this wind.

 Wine glasses tinkle then smash on the ground
 Bottles roll madly encouraged by wind.

 Electricity fails and lights are dimmed
 Cables, shades and bulbs swaying in the wind.

 Then calm descends and power is restored
 The owner smiles 'It was only a wind'

 And I David focussed on the money
 Note our bill has blown away in the wind.

David Subacchi lives in Wales where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and he has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016). His work has also appeared in numerous literary magazines and anthologies.
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