Africa - a poem by Chris Zachariou

famine

a mother cradles

her tiny baby girl

but in her little chest

there is no more breath

and all that’s left around

is the smell of death

A sailor has to die - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The fratricides

The glorious colonel
—disguised as a future legend—
skulks in a musty cave, dispatching

urgent orders to his retreating army.

Yemen's children - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Children Suffering and Dying in Yemen

Our life:

four ruined walls without a roof
bombed schools, burned hospitals,

screams and panic in the streets

and there's no laughter in the little
children's garden anymore.

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 burnt-out valley, 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.”