Chris Zachariou

Chris Zachariou Poems

impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries
...

The poet with unbridled thoughts
and the scent of fledgling sparrows
on her lips
rides bareback to the river
...

For many years now I live alone
in a tiny single room by the canal.
I have no photographs on the walls
there are no books on the shelves
...

Rise to the dizzy heights
dream the dreams
and think the thoughts
that you and only you
...

5.

Our only reality— words
their beauty the lovechild of minds alike.

Now a new world is dawning.
...

Across the ocean
in a country far away
a moth cocooned
works night and day
...

I see their names carved in stone
on marble crosses with roots of bone

trees dripping with death and tears
...

A fierce wind scorches Cordoba
tonight
lewd and shameful like a voracious lover.
...

Men with God on their side
fly high in the burning skies.

Napalm death pours down
...

I.

clandestine smiles and glances
meander to the little cinema
...

My Lord,
our covenant

"The Messiah
...

We close her eyes
we kiss her forehead
then darkness for eternity.
...

We talk of poets and white doves
till sunrise
of blushing anemones, chilled juice
and ice cream and mother's apple pie.
...

Two by two, the crew
board the boat to El Dorado
with a rout of rusty knights
sitting at the captain's table.
...

Thank you

for the beauty
the word
...

At the crossroads of the world
the sacred whore is lost in dreams
of cinnamon and purple nights.
...

Reflections of my lover
dancing on the frozen lake
echoed every night on the
walls of the grey scullery.
...

I whispered:
'There are many kinds
of oceans between us
I know but come';
...

A harbinger of woe—
his fearsome knock was heard at noon
on the tailor's door.
...

Death was brutal.
The child gasped for air
but there was none.
...

Chris Zachariou Biography

07 August 2019 At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry. I also post my poetry on: https: //www.poetrylovers.net/ https: //www.poetryvibes.com/ https: //allpoetry.com/Chris_Zachariou https: //www.cypruspoets.org/)

The Best Poem Of Chris Zachariou

The Moon Child And The Angel

impish fairies
bait the child
with handfuls
of red berries

‘Don't eat the berries'
cries her father
‘Don't eat the berries'
begs her mother

the moon child
eats the berries
and her gown is now
blemished with red stains

red red red
red is dripping on her gown

and her pristine white gown
from her toes up to her neck
is now covered with red stains

they take her to the forest
and the child and the fairies
they dance till three am

packs of wolves
and white horses
lure the child
to the temple

frenzied serpents
chase the moon child
the red stains on her gown
driving the snakes wild

and the
serpents and the child
they dance till three am

An angel lures
the moon child
with doughnuts
soaked in honey

‘don't eat the honey'
cries her father
‘Don't eat the doughnuts'
begs her mother

There are breadcrumbs
on her lips
and her mouth is drenched
with honey

red red red
red is dripping down her gown

black water fills the rivers
black water fills the seas

and the
angel and the moon child
they dance till three am

Then he flies her far away
juices dripping on her gown
crumbs and honey on her lips

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