Having a good time at horizon
By spreading it’s scarlet
Tulle curtain
To the sea
Woken-up from asleep
The snow is insidious fox
Troubled clouds
Cross with each other; weeping
Scattered colours
Each one of them waiting for their turn
The coughs of the sky
Destroys the harmony
The lightning flashes up
Fisherman agitated
One cat named Tekir
Obviously freezing
Had find a shelter
At the smallest door
Don’t ask about me…
To you despicable/open/for you

Poem by: Atilla Elustun -26/3/2005 –Istanbul
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London