Down in the valley

by Marcin Malek

There is a valley
between the Ballina and Sligo
where birds and humans
are fading with delight

There is a valley
where mist
is composed of the last breaths
of those who dear
to enter its gates

Christ himself
walks along its sharp ridges
to stroke with a wounded hand
heathers fur
and rocks of the glen

Those who have fallen
into its trap
acquired a knowledge
of the dimension of time

A lot like in Newgrange
when the light
meets the nail hole
only for a few gasps

Then - and then only
seven steps is enough
valley will release
every wondering soul
as sundew stray young

But tomorrow - again
between the Ballina and Sligo
people and gulls from the shore
will glow in the eyes of unknown
as self-confident

refugees from the beyond

From: 
For life and death of a poet




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Marcin Malek (born February 24, 1975) in Warsaw, Poland) is a Polish poet, writer, playwright, journalist. Published mainly in the quarterlies: „Fronda”, „Tygiel Kultury”, „Akcent” and monthlies: „Nowe Państwo”, „Stosunki Międzynarodowe”, „Opcja na prawo”. 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 Ireland.


Last updated October 02, 2015