It’s peaceful in Weidling’s
Kitchen nest
As long as B is away in town
Even washing bedspreads is fun
In between the drawing of a tree
For a friend called Nica.
Black ballpoint pen.
Nothing else.
A present for her Orthodox X-mas
Wishing Ana was still here
Living together on AZZA-Isle
Naturally without artificial iron bars
And other hindrances.
It’s peaceful in my domain
Where I draw what I imagine
A tree like a figure –
A woman like a drum.
The faint portrait of a sweetheart
The hug of secret wishes
You have a sense of your Muse
Stirring your blood.
It’s still peaceful and a creative flow
Dances endlessly
Like the breezing wail
Along the snow-filled landscape
Your mind unified with an
Equal-minded love
Your body clean and glowing
Ready for instant sharing.
GLOWING.GNIWOLG
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.