POEM BY PHAIDON THEOFILOU
LIKE A FAIRY
Like a fairy
I enter the cane fields
reaching to their roots
feeling the caress of moist and warmth
I charge to the forests like a juvenile
to welcome the rain
with green wholeness
I touch seams of ore in the earth
which reflect and declare
their ethereal colors in my eyes.
Yes, like the color the eyes of men reflect
when the soul stays still
and the glance falls in the void.
I pass my appearance
which resembles a pointing needle
among the foliage of the trees
tasty craftiness of chlorophyll.
I go to the hothouse of your fears looking in them
you’re afraid of your fear and what gnaws you.
Yet when drinking with your friends you leave them to forgetfulness
but your fears come back more demanding
since you don’t have the courage to face them.
Often you replace the faces of your fear
with hatred, ingratitude, subversion of others;
thus you also change.
I stand before the miraculous work of bees, that don’t know
they transform aesthetics into ambrosia with their stand
they transcend a great deed into a simple expected act.
Then, I hold my self-respect up high
like a precious possession:
my respect for the cat
which when it feels its time has come
leaves everyone behind
and bestows its body
into a schism of the earth.
Manolis 