Wicked silence
Will wreck your mood
Today…
Pensive smile on
Your sea-gull lips…
Mania anthem in your eyes
Zephyr breeze in your voice
Ready to blow/ tepid cold
From your violin eye-brows
The arrow will fly-out from its arch…
Your hair breaks
The waves in your face
Your teeth…
Heavy as cannon ball
Crumbles your tongue
Experiencing your bloodless revolution
On your own…
With haughty demeanour
Discovered isolation
I’m saving the cities
One by one
I am flagging my flags
On to your flag pole…
Without certification
You give your permission
Time is not enough
To sing our liberty songs
You prohibit; indecisive
Suddenly your spring is
Arrives…
The seeds of the tulip
Is cracking…
Generously unfolding/in front of me
Your amenable love table
My heart is the low-tide adjustable explosive;
Every time
I lit my fire with my ashes
And I am born again.

Poem by Atilla Elustun 16/8/2006 Erenkoy
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal London