The Anger of the River - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Korean Tiger in the Snow

We know nothing of each other
except for our love of great theatre.

She recites sonnets on the balcony
of her white bedroom in Verona
and I, her shy poet-lover stand
beneath her tragic balcony.

When will I find you Lord - a poem by Chris Zachariou

death of refugee children

I looked for you in the eyes
of all the murdered migrants
and in the eyes of the drowning children.

I looked for you when the starving thousands
were marching to the Promised Land
and the angels named them malingerers and thieves.

I looked for you my Lord but I never found you.

Loving Evita - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Tango Dancers – WIX Media

After dark, she finds sanctuary

in the house of the lame dancers.

Listening to melancholy songs

pressed between the pages of her

faded scrapbook, she recalls her

mother's kindness— mugunghwa

blossom on her pillow and rice

cakes for breakfast.

Everything changed - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loss

once you said

"nothing has changed"

but you were so wrong

The tainted goat - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A satirical view of Donald Trump

Delirium rules.

The soldiers of the tainted goat
are dancing at the white altar, depravity
is a virtue and the Sultan of Seville
rules the holy kingdom.

The poet's betrayal - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lunar Chameleon Dance

I trekked this path before

the scent is too familiar—

it is the scent of tarnished oaths.

The rusty ring she wears

pollutes the water in the well

and the poplars in her street

whisper in a foreign tongue.

Gower Street - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Kingsway Day College, Gower Street

Once upon an ancient time

in the days of dust and innocence

Mr. Clements at the gate

holding hands with D. H. Lawrence

—thank you, Mr. Clements; thank you—

The gypsy virgin - a poem by Chris Zachariou

wild black curls

Tonight, the moon
is dripping red wine.
The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.

The Passion Play - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Lorca - Spain's greatest poet

At three in the afternoon
the soldiers killed the poet
but his voice fled
to the Andalusian valleys.

The fate of the giant rabbit - a poem by Chris Zachariou

The Surreal Allegory of Power

The rabbit swam down the river

with a bag of onions on his back.

He was tired but had no choice.

Thomas, in the guise of a staring sun

was on the lookout for a lazy rabbit.

Flamenco - a poem by Chris Zachariou

wild black curls

The gypsy girl
with wild black curls
dances with the moon
in the town square.

Iva's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Muse in 'Iva's Song'

our first days on earth:

the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,

her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden

The Tallest Bridge in the World - a poem by Chris Zachariou

London Bridge - Photo by Nicholas Goodden

Hail our bridge

the tallest bridge in the whole world.

Made of white marzipan

—beautiful, mouth-watering marzipan—

it stands in the waters of the river

on giant stilts of fruit and cake.

Sappho in love - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Sappho

She came into my world

on jasmine scented wings

and I was beguiled by love

the speechless shy kind

that hides in a blushing lily

only to reveal itself at midnight.