Tag: Poem
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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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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…
Daphne Alexopoulou 