Category: Short Story/Poetry

She hisses in, soft under the sky, breathing with sister moon as she rolls between the stars. She glides along pebbled shores, carving cliffs and cooling Aetna’s feet. Earth, Air, Fire and Water in plenty on Sicilia.

As you dive, flip and float with her, follow passions back, back to another self. Returning to an oldest and best friend. She who has always been there, gave ye birth, accepts unconditionally and who is in you. Immerse in the sparkling sea. Free your inner child and play the day away but, not ever betray her. As she may devour you.

Flashing brilliance in the eyes reflections of the sea light, all at once curious, piquant, languid or sanguine as the wave takes you. Sea sprite embrace her and find yourself again. Wash away the stars from your eyes and be free again. Play away from the tussle, the tedium, and the ache of the threadbare in need. Plunge in, tumble, roll in the crystalline sapphire sea.

Find your way home: figghiu du mari. Child of the sea.

In the Sicilian

Idda fischìa, duci sutta lu cielu, respirannu cu so soru, a luna, ca comu idda abballa tra i stiddi. Idda si movi tra i spiaggi chini di ciottoli, scogghi a forma di sculturi e ai peri ra fridda Etna. Terra, aria, focu e acqua abbonnanu in Sicilia.

E comu ci trasi intra, voti e furrì cu idda, assicuti l’antichi amuri, n’arreri finu a attruvari n’atra arma. Turnannu o cchiù vecchiu e caru amicu. Idda ca ha sempri stata ddà e mai s’ha muvutu, vi retti a vita, vi voli beni e picca ci interessa chi cristianu sì, sì sicilianu e basta. Intra l’ondi ca fannu a schiuma bianca,Lassa libbiru u carusu chi hai intra ri tìa e joca finu a quannu un si stancu, ma st’accura, un la trariri mai a sta sicilia, picchi idda ti pò manciari vivu.

I luci culurati nta l’occhi sunnu u riflessu da luci du mari, tutti nta na vota curiusi, piccanti, tenneri e sanguigni quannu l’onda ti pigghia. U spiritu du mari l’abbrazza e t’attrova n’atra vota Porta via i stiddi di l’occhi tua si arreri libberu. Sta luntanu de sciarri, da lagnusia e du duluri do bisognu disgraziatu. Tuffati, asciucati, arrutuliati nto mari ca avi un culiri unicu nta tuttu u munnu.

@FrancesAnnWy2014

Sicilian Translation provided by Luca Sanfratello