Three Poems by Nina Alexi, Greece
Bleeding Globe (Nina Alexi)
Tree lines embroidered with aches
crushed flowers bleeding
staining continents.
Α lamentation awakens me
a universal agony
to exorcise the grief
and all its vagrant brothers
who prove me with heavy coats
in the summers
leaving me in nudity
during the orphaned winters.
Here I die, here I flutter
in unlit darkness, in unequal trials
who persistently seek me to live.
Reveries, wanderings hesitations…
Guilty are those of us, who believed
in bare naked lies
for smiling at the executioners
of the dream.
Guilty are we, who drank
the sinners’ laughter
from the sweet liquor of oblivion
we rested upon
the vampires’ promises.
Guilty are those of us
who nourished
with mockery our mornings.
Mutation (Nina Alexi)
The hosts pierced through the light,
implanted like an antibody
they submerge the ambivalent dimensions
of the sophisticated beings
mirroring now, fatally,
alien wills and ideologies.
I still insist to embellish
your image, Man,
through the labyrinthine spirals
of the brain,
where I pave the way
into your deep-shadowed
forests.
Healing Dance (Nina Alexi)
In the depths of the Kalahari Desert,
the semi-arid savannah,
a fire is lit and I reminisce
that night in July
a greenish red-purple,
yellow-striped sky
like a canvas of Hieronymus Bosh
passing by
as clouds fade away
a dazzling array of stars
on the velvety
golden–red dunes and pans.
The endless beat
high clatter of rattles from feet
clapping and singing
the San People’s healing dance
all through the night
still dwelling in my mind.
A healer dancing ecstatically
round a fierce dragon like fire
opening his mouth
his tonque hanging out
with high pitched cries
casting out sickness and strife
spirits lurking in the African night
under the wary dim moonlight.
As I woke up, antelopes were resting
amongst proud acacia erioloba trees,
the sun peeling off, my helpless fears
my heart racing, although it felt at ease
the healing song still echoes
in the warm African breeze.
