Category: Poems
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Distant Cymbals
You say: my wife inhales water through her nose, I don’t know if she’s turning into a Mermaid or an Angel but I know the transformation has begun. She hoards thousands of butterflies in her pockets, bronze sand-dunes fill her chest of treasures and even though I know nothing of Jungian symbols, I notice the…
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Unreported Miracles
Not all birds find it easy to fly.As they struggle inelegantlyto stay afloat,the wind is not playing fair—not for them.Necks strainingthey flap and flap and somehowthey keep going.Spare a thought for those of uswho find life difficult,the ungainly ones,the ones who keep striving to just be,like birds with bodies too bigfor their wings.On a perfect,…
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Fate and Toothache
I hear the voices of stories lived long ago.From the belfry next to my house,church bells sound a halting song.The priest is teaching the boys the ropes.In the end he can’t help himselfand gives an impromptu recitaljust for the heck of it.This is how it’s done, this is the sound of pure joy.I spend time…
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Bite
Increase the volume!I want strong tastes,pure, saturated colours,I want turmeric, saffron,green olive oil,fat pink peppercorns, baby capers,foods that burst when you bite them,foods enhanced by sunshine,and their proximity to the sea.Seeds that hiss and crackle,that pop and sizzle,and are not,necessarily,good for you.Foods that burn when you bite them.Foods that spill outof the contours that define…
Daphne Alexopoulou 