Thursday, 23 June 2016 - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Prisoners Exercising, by Van Gogh

The dismal spectre of a dying stanza

gasps between the black and white keys

of a crumbling, tuneless piano.

Cigarette burns and brown stains
scar its tired wooden top—  tarnished

medals from recent wars and skirmishes.

The Fairy and the Woodcutter - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Siberian Snow Tiger

I want to seduce you

with gifts of Vincent's clouds

and handfuls of sweet red cherries

The Anger of the River - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Korean Tiger in the Snow

We know nothing of each other
except for our love of great theatre.

She recites sonnets
in her white bedroom in Verona
and I, her shy poet-lover stand
beneath her tragic balcony.

When will I find you Lord - a poem by Chris Zachariou

death of refugee children

I looked for you in the eyes
of all the murdered migrants
and in the eyes of the drowning children.

I looked for you when the starving thousands
were marching to the Promised Land
and the angels named them malingerers and thieves.

I looked for you my Lord but I never found you.

Loving Evita - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Tango Dancers – WIX Media

After dark, she finds sanctuary

in the house of the lame dancers.

Listening to melancholy songs

pressed between the pages of her

faded scrapbook, she recalls her

mother's kindness— mugunghwa

blossom on her pillow and rice

cakes for breakfast.

Everything changed - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loss

once you said

"nothing has changed"

but you were so wrong

The tainted goat - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A satirical view of Donald Trump

Delirium rules.

The soldiers of the tainted goat
are dancing at the white altar, depravity
is a virtue and the Sultan of Seville
rules the holy kingdom.