by Marcin Malek
Sharp reeds breathe through the wood
watch out for signs
on the go towards your childhood
a Snow Queen would be delight
and from a far — sad mister Andersen
will witness your fear and shame
watch out for signs
the pale face of sunrise
would lead your path
where wonders are awake in dead of night
lone gibbous shines with winded wrath
and glowing madness flows over the hill
toward the shade of almond vale
where timid brothers Grimm
invented an artificial nightingale
watch out your way
a perfect bird must die
high up among the noxious leaves of elm
dreams fade — dreams go by
look at the heart torn out
from flesh-folds of helpless hag
— she was a woman once
look at the stars above the ashen sky
neither is yours
neither is mine
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish/Irish poet, writer, playwright, journalist, photographer. Published in: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent”, „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”, Leinster Express, Winner of the annual award of "Poetry&Paratheatre" journal (category: poem of the Year) for year 2012, (work: „Bieg – Czyli list do współczesnych”/"Run - a letter to the present"). Since 2006 lives in Ireland.
Last updated July 01, 2015