Paraskevi (Voula) Memou
Pathways
I hired one night
of the Harvester,
For you… So I
would not miss the swallow flying …
It was, as it
were, an encounter,
in the untouched
threshing floors of the South.
I learned to play
marbles
in the playground
of a frayed dream of yours...
Do you remember
the night of gloom?
You held me by
the middle and glorified Lord…
Determined is the
god of love, you might think…
But silence….
would say mischievously… my love…
And would open
the taps of the foldings…
The dance of the
angels was now my property…
or rather my
acquisition…
and me, an
ignorant… a dreamer,
destitute and
guileless,
I went on playing
marbles,
in the playground
of your eyes
The sound of the
vespers
was dull inside
my mind …
The trophy no
longer matters.
I am in you…
Only for the
night of the Harvester,
when we sneaked
out cowardly.
I exist in you…
Only for the
nakedness of the stars.
When we walked
together, stowaways
on the same stall
of foolish writings.
I owed it to loneliness,
that hugs me
affectionately.
I owed it, my
love,
To cupid, who is
worshiped on a weekday…
Guilty Tears
You close your
eyes,
the darkness
chained,
needs to scream;
to stifle the
silence in the kisses ...
You look at your
shadow on the wall...
a candle for the
souls, and off we go for the abyss...
Indeed, how could
I ever allow the moon
to water hetero
luminous constellations with tears?
Open the door to
your being,
Keep your nails
hooked to the chest,
You’ll hear the
night crying softly…
Dreams do not
land on an anchorage.
Like a mad
ascetic,
unprotected,
naked,
you will cross
the armada
of pure hours…
There ,with a
trembling on the lips,
stood hope
hesitantly
and accounted…
for you…. for
me….
For the unborn
And the lucky
ones…
The deck of cards
…
only has one Ace
of clubs …
Anesthesia Of Love.
I elaborately
braided my hands,
at the waterfalls
of your eyes,
reviving the
fossil sighs,
in the meadows
of crucified
Persephone.
The camel riders
of the desert
found the shrine
of pearls
and became
inmates
in the cliffs of
people-judging,
seafarer Eros.
I stared at you
right in the eyes,
almost
hypnotized,
I, the traveler
of love,
hiding thousands
of tears,
in occult
catacombs.
The birth,
or more like it
the rebirth,
looked like a beaten
track,
on your body’s
alabaster armor.
Armies of Angels
bathed at sunset
in the colors of
the sky
like poor
pilgrims
of the Great
Psalms
of an earthly
god,
of great
miracles.
I leaned on your
chest,
holding my
breath;
I listened
to the beating of
your heart
and with eyes
shut
I made for the
tower of love.
In the peristyle
of the beauty,
the swallow nests
with new lives
flourished once
again.
PARASKEVI (VOULA) MEMOU
PARASKEVI (VOULA)
MEMOU – GREECE - is a film director. Poet. She was born
and raised in Kalavryta, in the north of the Peloponnese. In 1984 and 1985 her
poems were published in Hydria and Ostraka magazines. Her first directorial
work was the short film ‘ALTAMIRA’ and in her career she has collaborated with
important Greek actors. The film based on her poetry, entitled ‘The Great Power
of the Sea’, was shot in 2008. She has collaborated as a news journalist with
many newspapers in the Peloponnese. In 1985 her first collection of poems
entitled “Traversing” came out. In 2006 she published a book with news
articles, entitled “Living Speechlessly”. Her poems have been published in many
anthologies and the Greek Literary encyclopedia HARRY PATSI hosts her poems.
Her collection of poems entitled ‘Upon Andromeda’s Rock’ came out in 2018. The
collection of poems entitled ‘You are the Man” came out a year later, in 2019.
She has won numerous awards in international competitions. In the latest
edition of the Nosside World Poetry Prize – Nosside World Poetry Prize, in
2019, one of her poems, entitled ‘Supplicants of the Gods of the Poor’,
translated into Italian by Giorgia Karvounaki, was awarded a prize. Since 2020
she has been a Member of the National [Panhellenic] Union of Litterateurs, Greece.
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