The story of the laughing son - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A chronicle of a death foretold

At six o'clock

with his open casket

on their stooping shoulders

the frozen mourners shiver

and stumble in the mud.

The lilac march rises

in the sombre streets

and a eulogy draped in black
weeps silently in the censer.

Poets in love - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Lovers Embracing in the Mud

The poet with unbridled thoughts

and the scent of fledgling sparrows

   on her lips

rides bareback to the river

on the preacher's scarlet mule.

Baring her teeth, she hunts

the piety of the mosquito hunter

until her quarry whimpers

Gethsemane - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Judas. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Jesus and Judas in Gethsemane

All my life I searched for you
and now you are here Lord.

When you talk I hear birds sing
I hear the whispers of the Sea of Galilee
and I see a rose in white bloom waiting
for her bridegroom at the gates of Heaven.

The smile of May - a poem by Chris Zachariou

today
she has the sadness of
November in her eyes

tomorrow
she will have the smile of May
and the world will be more beautiful

Looking for Snow White - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The Awakening of Snow White

Reflections of my lover

dancing on the frozen lake
echoed every night on the
walls of the grey scullery.

The Ice Queen watched
each pirouette and veil cast
until enraged by the neon sunshine
stood and speared the screen twice.

Poets Come of Age - A Coming-of-Age Poem

Αισθησιακό γυμνό ζευγάρι - Poster by Awen Fine Art Prints

We talk of poets and white doves
till sunrise
of blushing anemones, chilled juice
and ice cream and mother's apple pie.

Istanbul - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Istanbul's Skyline

Once you begged for absolution

but now you straddle seven hills.

Frenzied red Arabian horses

swirl at your open gates

your porcelain-white limbs
are kissed by the broken moon
and you fastened your sainthood
to the bottom of the sea.