Theofani - Cyprus Poems

A Goblin tempts a maiden

Theofani wrecked in the scent
of Mary Jane, pirouettes late into the
night on the bridge of the village river.

The Troubadour's Flute - Cyprus Poems

A beautiful young girl enchants the boys in this coming-of-age poem.

We were both exquisite dancers.
Tranced in the scent of prime tobacco
from the burned-out valley below,
we twirled each day at noon
on a highly polished music box all through
the scorching days of summer.

Winter - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Α Young Woman in a Field of Poppies

Camelot, cloaked in mists,

shimmers on the distant hilltops.
I still see my footprints, faint,

and cracked at its bolted gates.

You know me so well - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Portrait of a Sad Man

All I hear is your voice:
“Remember this, remember that...
what about this, what about that?”

and you drone on and on and on:
“Always a foot soldier, never a commander.”

Pandora's box - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Trump: Abstract Painting by Tommervik

Two by two, the crew
board the boat to El Dorado
with a rout of rusty knights
sitting at the captain’s table.

La Fornarina - a poem by Chris Zachariou

la Fornarina - Painting by Raphael

I.

In the silence of a nearly finished day,
Margherita straddles all her years
of barbed wire fences and takes the painter
   to her bed.
At night she lies with Raffaello
—such beautiful things they do together—
it’s impossible to resist these pleasures.

Pythia - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Passionate Lovers' Dance

I'm in awe of Pythia—

an angry storm of raging fury.

At night, she smokes roll-ups
floating on the crest of a glass horizon;
a sweet mist rises from her cigarette—
it is the mist of her early sunrise.