Snow on the Grate

on a starless night

I released the darkened hemp

from the spinning wheel of dreams

 

I knit on a black thread onion bulbs

gold and red

day and night knot after knot

there is neither green light for tears

nor medicine leaf over eyelids

 

lately I learned that tears

are vultures’ tongues gulping

from within sewn wounds

until fresh blood oozes again

I dare to cry rarely

only when I chop onion with the same knife

that scratched my name when I was a child

 

Sundays became working days

I’m knitting eyes closed colored roots

for a harsh winter

the dust is falling from bells

over the snow I was afraid

to leave my footprints in

Reviews

[Sophie]

Can I please umm say something.

This can be described in one word- AG
(Absolutely Genius)
It is my word I use for very few poems, most of the poems have been published by very professional writers.
In my opinion it is a bit of an honor. AMAZING!

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much :), I am so happy you liked it.