Hey, today I do not like apples
They remind me of lost teeth
And I do not sleep as I wait for the rain to stop.
I am ready to jump out of my skin
And say oi! come here world I’m ready to fight you.
You say not the fight is important
But the peace I will make with everything and everybody before I go
The way I love words and soap and your hands, as they quietly rest on the wooden table.
Hey, today I do not like letter ‘s’
It reminds me of separation but after all
You think without ‘s’ there would be no wide-sargasso-sea or stealth
And no serpent or sin or self regard but
A sudden absence.
And I …..keep…..quiet.
I let you start a revolution on my behalf
You the one to decide the colour of this red sea.
Out in the world, pushed on the battlefield like on a stage,
Just my heart to protect me.
I am wrapped in your heat as I would be in electric blankets
And each day in the open gets longer and longer.
The nights are slowly shrinking and the spring, at last!,
In the middle of this devastating, thick winter,
Makes me a bird.
I’m growing buds from all my skin pores
I am a huge naked flower.
The soldiers stop to have another look at me and take pictures.
I am that kind of unusual war photograph
Which surprisingly managed to survive bombs and bayonets
I stop in your arms and my long tears enter your chest.
The pain vapours fill the air with salt
Not even the cold wind blow touches us
My roots are milk and honey.
Mixed media: Maria Butunoi