Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Serbian writer Jelena Zagorac
Around
Words, words, words.
A wave that vibrates.
Start, stop, delete, replay.
Can’t be deleted
Child’s eyes
That glow with shimmer in a game.
The only thing worth it
Still the laugh shines from your eyes,
And while leaves are falling down under my window,
Résumé of mine grows one more year
Abyss!...
(Hours.)
Closed in silence.
I’m thinking.
Realizing your soft curls still grow
In the room, space is filled with the ringing of your uninhibited joy.
Closed in silence.
The child
Sparrowhawks keep swooping down on bloodstained rabbit holes.
The clock is ticking.
It is cold, and it is snowing. The Earth has frozen and lost its momentum. Black snakes of ghastly
The Erinyes are whirling in the sky.
The clock is ticking slowly.
On the horizon Aphrodite arises, born out of Zeus' head. A man holds out his hand.
The clock is ticking.
The Sun will strengthen. The child will be born.