Istanbul (2013)

 

The darkish cold winter-light

numbs the mood of this old lady

entangling her gently

into the delayed entrapments

written by the tidings

of her own salty memories

 

Asleep the epochs she breaths

become wind blazing blasphemies

through many of her narrow alleys

Ghosts in grotesque mosques

Wraiths in the neglected remnants

of the Ever-more-ancient,

cheating death for the living

life-ordaining for the death

 

Spectres of Spirit

 

All at once skeletons buried

in the flesh of her enduring time

we cannot but simply enjoy

our view of her gaze

 

One response

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *