by Zaklina (Jacqueline) Filipova- Svekjarovska

I gave you my soul:

handful of shimmering leaves

from the treetop of a birch

reached towards the sun

few rays Moon

and a few flowers

of healing meadow's herbs

tied by thread

of the spool magic

whose thread I follow

through darkness

up to the place

where your soul is lonesome

brooding into the sky

Forgive me becouse of the modest gift,

I didn't knew how to became a star

to lighten you glance

becouse in this moment life

I learned just how to be a human,

woman carried

by whirlpools of the red river

which springs from the heart

and again pour in it

Zaklina Filipova- Svekjarovska's picture

Born in Prilep, Macedonia, 1973. Graduated to the Philological Faculty of the University "St. Cyril and Methodius" in Skopje 1996. She works as a teacher of literature in high school. She is author of the poetry book "Endless mirror." The book was awarded with the gold medal in the competition for poetry "Karamanov" in 2010.

Last updated September 16, 2011