Open/for you

Having a good time at horizon By spreading it’s scarlet Tulle curtain To the sea Woken-up from asleep The snow is insidious fox Troubled clouds Cross with each other; weeping Scattered colours Each one of them waiting for their turn The coughs of the sky Destroys the harmony The lightning flashes up Fisherman agitated One cat named Tekir Obviously freezing Had find a shelter At the smallest door Don’t ask about me… To you despicable/open/for you Poem by: Atilla Elustun -26/3/2005 –Istanbul Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London