Supper With Poppies - Dostena Angelova-Lavergne

one day lies will sparkle

like crushed puppies

and they won’t be lies

just crushed poppies sparkling.

Drink their pink colour and think of me

with a red necklace on Easter Day I’ll come

and I won’t be pale

with all these wounds open, with all these colours flowering on the skin

and a wave under the armpit

carrying you in its hollow

love slips in

aroused the tender down close to the body

at sunset when the predatory glance of the trees dies

the axes painted in red die

between the fingers a sun shines

a drop

you are going to recognize me because that evening

we shall all dine together

each one fixing the wound

a sunset wave-breaker

waves high as they fall in dreams

then you will loosen your fists that I may drink

this very instant

before the deluge

pray that this instant lasts

as long as the moon lasts

so that we may know the simple entries the way

from your house to my house

so that your words are the thread

that your story flows 

the constellation foams

like your poetry that night

that I may be with you

like the fire with the tree

just as much as a first kiss

impossible to hold

all those dining around the table will cry as well

and their eyes will overflow from the high waves

and then I’ll say to you

“Look at the skyblue, look at the sparkling white

that spring out of the sea today”.

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Dostena Angelova-Lavergne (born 1972) Bulgaria

Translated by Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke

Source: Create and Do