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.”

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.