They Passed the Forest
paper doves
flew inside
the dark colonnade
of the palace
and each flutter
of their wings
the deep glance
of the Kore was too
like the fall
of a stone
in the sea
or
the promise
of a distant
joy
lower
the thin dresses
with the colourful flowers
that the wind caressed
and were worn
by wooden
statues
with still wooden eyes
and clay
hair
wooden statues
named
Maria
named
bottle
tallow
bicycle
named
spark
Manolis Aligizakis 