At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Saturday, 24 February 2018
Monday, 12 February 2018
Iva's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou
our first days on earth:
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
Location:
Korea
Monday, 22 January 2018
The Tallest Bridge in the World - a poem by Chris Zachariou
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London Bridge - Photo by Nicholas Goodden |
Hail our bridge
the tallest bridge in the whole world.
Made of white marzipan
—beautiful, mouth-watering marzipan—
it stands in the waters of the river
on giant stilts of fruit and cake.
Friday, 5 January 2018
Monday, 18 December 2017
The poet's lament - a poem by Chris Zachariou
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An Embrace in Societal Reflections |
The poets gather at the well
of broken
stanzas to mourn
for all
the rhymes stolen by men
in white
suits and loaded guns.
Wednesday, 29 November 2017
Wednesday, 15 November 2017
Winter tales - a poem by Chris Zachariou
An icy North Wind sailing
on green and purple seas
whips and mauls the land.
The frozen peaks
of the Anatolian Mountains
tower in the distance
and the Moor is howling
in the Devil's Sea.
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