Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
Night Breeze
I shall leave behind all my expectations so that a true
reason will be born.
My nights kept vigil on the breasts of statues
and suddenly a crazy man screamed and the moon
cuckoo rose; I’m so sad like the young sick girl
who was stopped from going to the garden and
of course she was coming from afar like all danger
while the woman’s laughter trickled like a Byzantine
hymn;
children’s stories written on the wind!
Oh forgetfulness.
Manolis Aligizakis 