LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
White Nights
Since then I’ve accepted life without any complaints
like when I’m dreaming; then the executioner comes,
the so called owner and wants to be paid, “with what
money, you miserable man, since I have so many beautiful
ideas to support” I say to him and later, in the street,
it was a beautiful winter night, lots of stars, tears came
to my eyes. I took off my shoes, wrapped them in my jacket
and threw them down the bridge, “don’t tyrannize me anymore,
Anastasia Phillipovna”, I said to her, “it is late, you got
to go back home”
Manolis 