The Garden of My Youth #Guest Post

A beautiful poem written by one of my friends, Virginia. I hope you enjoy it!

 

The Garden of My Youth

by Virginia Mateias

(translated from Romanian by the author’s daughter)

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With barren feet I step on withered roses.

Out of warm blood-drops,

Memories will bloom

As I walk in the long since deserted house

Straining to hear

My grandmother’s echoing chants,

My earthly father’s forgotten voice.

From specks of dust and wind

I shall reassemble my Mother`s smile,

As my eyes dance away from cracked walls

Then turn to the sky above;

To the aloof,

Benevolent,

Nostalgic sky.

Sunset to sunrise,

I will walk the gardens

Till sleep comes for me and finds me

Hidden In a deep fissure

Near a tall window

Because, you see,

I have always needed high, large spaces.

Afterwards, my child will come

In search of me and of a smile

Embedded in bricks and mortar.

The house itself shall fall apart,

Cars will enter the rose garden,

And a new highway will be built over it;

Only then, will my family and I, utterly freed from space

Will move to the sky,

To the best place to look upon

Strange people we have never met

With detachment,

Condescendence,

And nostalgia.

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In the spring of 2000 the poet, actress, and journalist, Virginia Mateias published her first literary work: a poetry volume in Romanian entitled “Persistenta Memoriei” (The Persistence of Memory). Virginia was acknowledged by her literary critics as “an authentic and spontaneous poet.” “The Garden of My Youth,” translated in English by her daughter, is a poem from her new book “In Umbra Ingerului” (In the Shadow of the Angel). 

Virginia’s biggest passions: nature escapades, and travelling with her daughter on the footsteps of lost civilizations.

 

i want to die alone #poetry

i want to die alone
on a dark pebble shore
a thousand frantic seagulls
will sing my mass
seahorses
(my gravediggers)
will exult
the gravity of nonexistent stars
will bury me
into the scents of salt and fruit
and when my fearless Spanish angel
takes me to the altar of the moon
i will forget the misery i’ve lived
and never be reborn

@short-prose-fiction

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i will fight #poetry

look for me

I’m in the ships that sunk

into the waters of the blue Aegean Sea

I was right there when grim bodies washed

on its etiolated shores

I’m hidden in the forests which are cut

into the dirt that’s always left behind

child brides are crying terrified

skin is showing purple marks

a Stradivarius which was never made

plays the tunes of your own mind

the boarding passes that brought us together

are now long gone

the room was cleaned

and if you think that all I am is love

I’m telling you to think again

for tomorrow I will raise my spade

and I will fight

 

@short-prose-fiction

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