The Half Moon - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Picture of a Young Hippy Girl

I drifted to The Moon
last night looking for my life.

Mister Barman if you please,
a bottle of your best red
my ghosts will soon be here.

You smiled - a poem by Chris Zachariou

I sprinkled

stardust

in your hair.

You smiled 

and I was lost.

A brutal war - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Brutal War

We fought a bitter war

a war of sheer brutality.
She, with bows and arrows 
and I, with songs and wine.

For you - a poem by Chris Zachariou

I carved a poem

on the moon for

you then tethered

it on fertile land.

Gongyla - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Sappho

I loved you in the passion

of the summer months

yet the kiss of March

still danced in your eyes.

You smiled; I was beguiled.

Desire swelled inside me

and fever burned my loins.

Notes From Andalusia - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Lorca

In Alfacar
under the melancholy shade
of a cypress tree, the guns are resting.

The poet is dead.

Breathless in an empty coffin
he laments Ignacio.

Riding on the wings of lemmings - a poem by Chris Zachariou

butterfly

Damn propriety,
I want you in my bed tonight.

Take off your long black skirt,
unbutton your pristine blouse
and I shall crawl inside you
like a beast possessed.