Phobia Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

a barefooted conqueror is standing
light blue tie
it is swinging evenly when it falling
tulle like mist lies on the carpet

as the flower fresh they bloomed
with beauty is paralysing
he is relaxing the blue tie and then

he feels tingling on the back
the sip of cold water is restoring reality
of this year of the mum invasion of ants
here also, he can hear the sweet whisper,

and he is already on legs
immediate retreat.a quiet playful laughter
is catching up with him...