Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Poems


Next to the bed by the wall

marks of a girl

playing with the warn stucco

sometimes a person’s face

sometimes a ship

foretells the future

the fairy with the seven fingers dances

the serpent, the old nail

tie the tale together.

Turned to the wall

friendship with an unknown

tears for a death

— always a sudden death,

mine, my mother’s —

and flowers, a lot of flowers

in the remote chapel by the rock

solemn promise to Alexander the Great

and to the other saints…

the dream, but a yellow wall

and the incisions talk to children

and frighten the adults.


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