MISS POET MIKI'S POETRY & MORE

Chiavi - Capitolo 2 Fen Ditton La mia prima chiave era speciale perché si trovava nella casa in cui ho iniziato a sognare, non ricordo di aver mai desiderato di vivere prima di allora. Qui, in questa umile fattoria con vista sul fiume, sognavo a occhi aperti il ​​mio futuro: volevo diventare una star e viaggiare su quegli emozionanti traghetti che passavano davanti alla mia finestra ogni notte. Erano tutti illuminati con decorazioni fantasiose e pieni di gente che rideva e cantava al ritmo della musica swing ad alto volume che usciva dagli altoparlanti. Tante volte ho desiderato essere una di loro, elegantemente vestita con un lungo abito di seta rossa con tacchi a spillo, con un calice di champagne in una mano e una sigaretta nell'altra, a sorseggiare champagne e a succhiare il bocchino nero lucido mentre un bel giovane mi baciava sulla nuca. All'inizio, volevo fare la cantante lirica, ma poi ho cambiato idea e ho scelto l'attrice, poi la ballerina e così via. C'era un...

Keys - Chapter two Fen Ditton My first key was special since it was in the house I started dreaming in, I can't remember ever wishing to live before that. Here, in this humble farmhouse overlooking the river I used to daydream about my future: I wanted to become a star and travel on those exciting ferryboats that went past my window every night. They were all lit up with fancy decorations and full of people laughing and singing to the loud swinging music which poured out of the loudspeakers. So many times I wished I was one of them, elegantly dressed in a long red silk dress with high stiletto heels holding a champagne glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, taking sips of champagne and sucking on the shiny black cigarette holder while a handsome young man kissed me on the back of my neck. At first, I wanted to be an opera singer but then I soon changed my mind and it was an actress, later a dancer and so on. There was one thing I was sure of and that was not to go through ...

Hometown  I didn't have time to get my first key to the house I was born in because we emigrated to England when I was ten. The village where I was born is now a town in the south of Italy near Naples. It was my father's hometown, my mother came from another village nearby. There was a lot of discrimination going on those days. I'm talking about the 50's when life in that village was similar to a small village in Africa nowadays. Well almost! When my father married my mother, everyone in his village was surprised as he had left a local girl to marry a stranger so you can imagine the kind of atmosphere there was around the place. They were all curious to see who this girl was and why she had captured my father's heart. Even his own family put her to the test. It was quite a terrible period for mum, poor thing, there was continuous picking on her and unfortunately she received no support from her own family, living in the other village, you can just imagine how desper...