The sky is grey

Ivan de Monbrison

The sky is grey
A shadow dances on the roof.
Birds fly like open eyes.
Yesterday the people on the beach looked like fish or seals.
The boats went south.
But on the roof of the house, under a gray sky,
The shadows are dancing
Always in a circle.

The watercolor is made by itself.
Colors fill the empty spots.
In the drawing, you find a door.
You open it.
On the other side
You see many colors
The landscape of your past.

A game.
A city.
The sea.
It’s morning already.
You still see yourself as a child.
That was a long time ago.
Life doesn’t change in childhood.
Then childhood suddenly collapses.
For all my life I’ve seen
Once more the child that I was no longer,
walking with me

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Ivan de Monbrison is a French poet and artist living in Paris. He was born in 1969 and has been affected by various types of mental disorders. He has published some poems in the past. This submission includes the English translation with the original in Russian. Ivan is the original writer and the translator.