At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Sunday, 29 April 2018
Saturday, 14 April 2018
Saturday, 17 March 2018
Monday, 12 March 2018
The fate of the giant rabbit - a poem by Chris Zachariou
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The Surreal Allegory of Power |
The rabbit swam down the river
with a bag of onions on his back.
He was tired but had no choice.
Thomas, in the guise of a staring sun
was on the lookout for a lazy rabbit.
Saturday, 24 February 2018
Monday, 12 February 2018
Iva's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou
our first days on earth:
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,
her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden
Location:
Korea
Monday, 22 January 2018
The Tallest Bridge in the World - a poem by Chris Zachariou
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London Bridge - Photo by Nicholas Goodden |
Hail our bridge
the tallest bridge in the whole world.
Made of white marzipan
—beautiful, mouth-watering marzipan—
it stands in the waters of the river
on giant stilts of fruit and cake.
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