Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Who Was He?



Walking The Arches
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Who Was He?




They found her diary under his bed
the day he died.
She did not recognise his face
or remember that they had ever met.
She had no idea when their paths had crossed.
They might have brushed against each other in a dark alley
or sat together on an evening bus.
They found her diary under his bed
the day he died.
He had waited twenty years to return it.
Everything about him was a lie
except this.



GloPoWriMo Day 18 - off prompt
I used this Random First Line Generator

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Curse



Siberian weather
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The Curse



She believed
her neighbour had come back to haunt her.
He had taken the shape of a moth.
I don’t know what she had done to deserve this.
She moved to another town soon after
and got herself a cat.
You can never be too cautious.
The cat was feral,
which was probably good.
Feral cats protect you against evil spirits.
She had been cursed as a young girl, she said,
sentenced to this life
which wasn’t meant to be her life.
She was on the run.
She changed addresses often.
Still the curse found her every time.
It always came suddenly.
There would be a gust of air.
A door would slam itself shut.
The sky would turn grey.
There would barely be enough time to close the windows.
All she could do then was sit for days
and listen to the wind as it howled around the house.



GloPoWriMo Day 17 - a family anecdote

Monday, April 16, 2018

Hide and Seek



Day 076
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Hide and Seek




I have been hiding here for ages,
waiting for you to come.
Are you still searching for me?
Yes, I know I’ve made it hard for you.
I merge into the background too well.
I am not afraid to go underground
or sink to the bottom of the lake,
but you always keep searching until you find me.
That’s what makes it fun.
What’s different now?
Is my hiding place that good?
Have I finally made myself invisible?
Or have you got tired of looking
and moved on to a different game?




Sunday, April 15, 2018

The Dragon King



Lo Marraco
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The Dragon King



I have been thirsty for so long.
Locked in my barrel, in the twelfth dungeon,
I dream only of water.
I can no longer remember her face.
I loved her once.
I was a fool.
For, what woman could love a winged snake?
It's a long story,
but one day I ended up here
locked in a barrel in the twelfth dungeon.
It’s been years and I’m so thirsty.
One day someone will find me.
Maybe they’ll give me a glass of water.
After that, my strength will return
and I will take back what is mine.
Until then, I can wait.



GloPoWriMo Day15 - a fairy tale villain
Based on The Golden Apple Tree and the Nine Peahens

Saturday, April 14, 2018

A Wrong Kind of Dream



Beached
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A Wrong Kind of Dream



A rowboat, stranded and abandoned.
A ballet slipper left in the sand.
A seagull, searching for food.
A broken teacup and a wobbly table.
Somebody else’s clutter.
The Dream Book has nothing good to say about these things.
You will waste your money on false friends and silly trinkets, it says.
The hammer means that you are not appreciated.
The seagull is flying away, so your heart will be broken.
The Dream Book says bad things will happen in any case,
even if you dream of antelopes and dolphins, or ebony and pineapples.
The safest thing to do, it seems, is to refrain from dreaming,
or to limit your dreams to banknotes and diamonds, because those are lucky.




I used this dream dictionary (it is in Serbian and mostly makes pessimistic predictions).

Friday, April 13, 2018

If It Wasn't for the Wind



Foggy Morning
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If It Wasn’t for the Wind


If you are a bridge, everyone will step over you.
Pure gold knows no rust.
It’s no use flying before your wings grow.
If it wasn’t for the wind, spiders would cover the sky with cobwebs.




GloPoWriMo Day 13 - familiar phrases
This is a found poem and it consists of Serbian proverbs. I used this source. The translation is mine. 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

The Cherry Tree



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The Cherry Tree




It is a good idea to believe that time is standing still. There are children sitting in the cherry tree. They do this every spring. The tree casts a beautiful shade onto the house, so it is never too hot inside. A woodpecker can be heard in the neighbour’s yard. The owls live here too, but they won’t let themselves be seen at daytime. It is even easy to believe that Mimi the cat still visits. She knows there will be milk every time she comes. There is that funny dog too. That one doesn’t need to be fed, he just wants company. There are other trees, but they are small. There are apples and medlars and plums and quinces. Quince flowers smell sweet in early spring. There are lilacs too, so nobody misses the smell of cherry flowers. Sometimes you do what you have to do, but if you try hard, you can easily believe that time is standing still.

And in the garden
the ghost tree grows, white blossoms,
cover the threshold.