Poezie

Bitter Green

1 min lectură·20 iunie 2014

Mediu

because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead

those familiar persons with ordinary words

with hobbies and bad habits

so homy /

we ride together on the horse or in the small car

we fall asleep in the bed from the doll’s house furniture

it’s too ridiculous / I am too old

to wear a dandelion flower on my chest

as a mourning sign for the sun of my childhood

when I gathered in my hands small hearts from shepherd’s purse weeds

to grow roots in another place eventually

since I have wandered on the straight road

I hide under my softly lined coat

my arms tattooed by lightnings still lively

my blood dripping in the dust

sticking like scabies onto my shoe soles //

I am ashamed to take off my shoes to follow the shortcut

the gate has moved altogether with its pillars

on the other side of the road /

I tighten my fist under the sleeve

I bend my knees and crouch

near the deserted well with the cry of a white lamb

whiter and whiter

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Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu. “Bitter Green.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/cristina-monica-moldoveanu/poezie/14051565/bitter-green

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