Friday, 18 August 2017

The smile of May - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A beautiful French girl

today
she has the sadness of
November in her eyes


tomorrow
she will have the smile of May
and the world will be more beautiful

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Looking for Snow White - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Snow White with an apple, a symbol of awakening sexuality, Part of the series “A Coming-of-Age Poem.”
The Awakening of Snow White
Reflections of my lover
dancing on the frozen lake
echoed every night on the
walls of the grey scullery.

The Ice Queen watched
each pirouette and veil cast
until enraged by the neon sunshine
stood and speared the screen twice.

Friday, 30 June 2017

Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Istanbul - a poem by Chris Zachariou

An image of Istanbul's skyline, embodying the essence of “Byzantine Tales” through its architectural blend of East and West.
Istanbul's Skyline

Once you begged for absolution
but now you straddle seven hills.

Frenzied red Arabian horses
swirl at your open gates

your porcelain-white limbs
are kissed by the broken moon
and you fastened your sainthood
to the bottom of the sea.

Thursday, 27 April 2017

The poet's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A couple, bathed in candlelight, succumbs to the shadows of Toxic Love, leaving them broken and despondent.
Romantic Disillusion

My sweetest lover, daydreaming
in the shade of an old aspen tree—
a green world of wondrous madness.

She, the purple gateway to a citadel
of sin and I the Mississippi River
raging between the marble pillars.

Friday, 24 March 2017

Icarus must die - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Icarus by Henri Matisse
Icarus by Henry Matisse


Icarus has flown too high
he has eclipsed the stars.

The Sun-God has decreed
the youth must die.

Monday, 13 March 2017

Portrait of the poet as a lover - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Couple Bound in Torment: a passionate embrace, drenched in the intensity of toxic love. A poem by Chris Zachariou.
Passionate Embrace of Lovers

The goddess commanded silence!

She was raging; I had disturbed her reverie
and though I said she was my only lover,
she scorned me and told me I was a stranger.
She broke my guitar, she burned my parchments
and locked away all my songs inside a jar.