Pilferer of Thorns

Iulia Halatz
Oct 2 · 1 min read

There comes a day
when gaiety
and ruling stars
are not enough…
Yet I plunge into
the satisfaction of
hologram happiness.

I am slave no more
to my self-deprecation
I am slave no more
to the pilgrimage of water
and the tiny gem of a moon
witness to
all my erroneous choices…

My skin is scaly
and cold
I do not fit
this shifting sands world
I believe in landslides…

A half mermaid
and half tree goddess
can lead
a turbulent sun-ridden dominion
to the end
of want and pain.

We are prisoners
to promiscuous light
and innocent dark
enlivened by fair-featured
butterflies caught in
a smock of diffuse glint…
They loved the light
and died.

The core of the day
envisions what
lies above
the acme of temerity:
undiscovered
undeciphered
unfathomable
festering
Glee…
I keep it under
layers of boiling
lava
and grope for it
with bare hands.

With burned fingers
and asbestos hearts
We receive response
from the insouciant night:
the indigo skies glimmered
with stars
and the trees and grasses
slaving
for the summer wind.

Art by Marcela Bolivar

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

Iulia Halatz

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"We should take power and strength from our stories.” Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. www.blog.seocopywriting.ro

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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