Thursday, August 11, 2016

Jeltje Fanoy #40 Bus journey

Th driver
stops the bus


lit candles,
in a cave


in th middle
of th night


one breath
away, from
th Junta


Greece, in
th seventies


a small
plate, for
us, to give


th sound of
running water
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6 comments:

  1. ACskiAugust 11, 2016 at 5:36 PM

    that has a very Greek feel

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  2. Efi HatzimanolisAugust 11, 2016 at 7:58 PM

    ...was it Easter Sunday, by any chance, Jeltje? I really like the delicacy of this poem - such a light touch in your use of metaphors and the feelings attached to a political history - when the junta blew out Greeces lights...

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  3. MoyraAugust 11, 2016 at 8:17 PM

    Lovely delicate poem

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  4. Rob SchackneAugust 12, 2016 at 4:16 AM

    So fine.

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  5. Rob SchackneAugust 12, 2016 at 4:16 AM

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  6. jeltjeAugust 12, 2016 at 8:42 AM

    Thanks everyone, it was sometime in the late Spring...

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