Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Little butterfly - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loneliness
loneliness

You flirted so sweetly.
Oh, how you laughed when
he teased you and how

cute you looked, blushing
the way you did every time
he said your name.

A love story - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Our situation was absurd.
Improbable. Impossible even
the voice of reason screamed.
But we knew this from the start.

So we banished the voice.
We were so happy.
Our minds and souls
joined in perfect harmony.

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Persephone leaving - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The myth of Persephone
Hades and Persephone by Tatiana Barbesolle

When Persephone came back to me
a rainbow of colours exploded in the world.

I had waited for her for so long, I could only see
the child that left and not the woman who returned.
To me, she was still my gentle lover.

Thursday, 12 March 2015

My welcome guests - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Solitude echoes in the melancholy poems, depicting the aftermath of a relationship breakup. A poem by Chris Zachariou
Melancholy Embrace

An avalanche of memories—

songs, white lilies, yellow roses;
my friends and welcome guests.

They knock on my door
we sit around the table
we smoke, drink wine
and talk about you.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Icarus - a poem by Chris Zachariou


The poem uses the paining of Icarus by Henry Matisse as a metaphor for human aspiration. A poem by Chris Zachariou
Icarus by Henri Matisse

Rise to the dizzy heights
dream the dreams
and think the thoughts
that you and only you
alone can think.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Persephone Returns - a poem by Chris Zachariou

An intimate portrayal of Hades and Persephone's love, echoing themes of transition and renewal in Greek Mythology Poems.The myth of Persephone
Hades and Persephone | Tatiana Barbesolle

The first day of spring—
purple hyacinths on the doorstep
bread and wine on our table.

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Choices - A Poem by Chris Zachariou


situation seemed hopeless.
We were overwhelmed.

We duelled on it for days,
we argued over it for months.
What were the choices, we asked.