Unravelling Worlds - a poem by Chris Zachariou

 

Toxic Love in Unravelling Worlds

Once, I was a poet.
Now, the master will not redeem me—
a rebel against the teachers of the metre.
In vain, I scribble garbled words for pennies
that no one ever reads. 

A Summer Tale - a poem by Chris Zachariou

River at dusk, echoes of grief, and loss

Swallows still flew carefree
in the August sky — ironic!
Our summer had ended in July.

At the twilight of the day, we meet
in the silent garden of the obscured.