Red Crops
written by: Kapardeli Eftichia
Before I was born in the vast material…
isolated
without touch
In the dark
grew up
the crowd, listing in
sacrifice the roar
Travelled emaciated
from hunger and
torture
solid walls
to marble my wings
shivers in horror
Silently bodies around me
drift, slide
inappropriately to unequal
balances in limbo
denatured
Red crops of the Sun
which watered with
excess blood friends
and buried roots…
cries muffled
heard every night
pierce the veins, air
metamorphoses
Fire water
They do not die
Kapardeli Eftichia (Greece) She has a degree as an art conservator 2021. She has a Doctorate from ARTS AND CULTURE WORLD ACADEMY. She lives in Patras. She writes poetry, stories, short stories, haiku, essays. She has studied journalism A.K.E.M. and has many awards in national competitions. She has many national and international anthologies to her credit. She is a member of the World Poets’ society and poetas del mundo, member of the IWA, member of Ε.Ε.Λ.Σ.Π.Η The Union of Greek Writers-Authors of the Five Continents, member of the INTERNATIONAL SOCIETY OF GREEK LITERATURES-ARTISTS-DEEL and PEL (the world association of writers in Greece) Panhellenic Union of Writers.
Latest posts by Kapardeli Eftichia (see all)
- In The Land of Birth - December 18, 2022
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