Dark
Black angels
Through the foundations of the fortress
Burrow
(the green ladder
Is thrown into the desert)
The light crown boils over
Greedy raven sows onto it
Dark air
(rotten baskets
Аre filled by salty eyes)
Hills on fire are moving
The icy cloak disappears
And we fall into balance
From Across
The Dark
Which boils inside
That what perfectly cuts
The lustful rays
Running towards the engravings
Thirsty for fire
For an illuminated string
It craves!
Hamlet Turned Back
The only path they prepared
For this fragile, glittery ankles
That yearn for air
And strive to leave footprints
Behind the horizon
Deposited, sticky mud
Was, is and will be
Where it seemed
That plenty of traps are scattered
To carve in me festered springs
And your soul which is marked
With scars that seem crusty
While they dream
About the one
Who will turn them juicy anew
Is it searching for honey
In this Hive from which spreads
The stench of decay,
O deluded?
About the author:
Jovica Tasevski–Eternijan (b. 1976, Skopje) is a distinguished poet, literary critic and essayist from the Republic of Macedonia, whose poetic achievements are internationally acclaimed. He won The Enchanting Poet Award for excellent contribution in poetry writing from The Enchanting Verses Literary Review. He has published six full-length poetry collections and two books of criticism and essays. His poems are published in many literary magazines and anthologies, and have been translated into around twenty languages. His poems carry a unique flavour and vision of the world, unspoiled by the worldly turmoils; they demand focussed attention to unfurl the hidden meanings.
