Two new poems up and running on

The island of the iron”by Sofia Kioroglou
Big and rowdy,
loud and lovely,
it stands on my porch
sprawling with filiform tentacles
the thorn-armored canes
my bougainvillea uses as claws
to etch indelible memories of
unforgettable summers on Folegandros
outside Karavostasi, those wrist pataguinha tattoos
eternally scorched into my heart and mind

Through the Myrtle Fields
The Mediterranean sea
the blue sea par excellence
the Mare Nostrum of the Romans
the turquoise blue of us Greeks.
It soothes me and caresses me
with its gentle breeze,
wafting my mind’s fog
through the myrtle fields.

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