Category Archives: Literature

Μια Κυριακή πήρα το τρένο

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Οι νότες πάλλονται γύρω μου

Και ο ήλιος λάμπει έξω.

Ένα ποτάμι κυλούσε εδώ κάποτε,

Ακούω ακόμα την φωνή του.

Της Κυριακής το όνειρο

Κρατάει ως τη Δευτέρα,

Κι η λύση που βρίσκεις δεύτερη

Συχνά είν’η πιο καλή..

Τα δέντρα ψιθυρίζουμε

 Εδώ θα σου αρέσει!

Χαμογελώ, είναι μια αρχή.

Ας γυρίσουμε τον τροχό ξανά.

Midnight light

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Before the shadowed mirror

She stood, backlit in soft glow

From a single lamp on the left,

The dancing flame softening

The lines of a sleepless,

Merry night – For it had been indeed!

 

She stood, caught in the dregs

Of midnight magic fading,

Holding proudly, the visage

Of a Roman empress in colour

And style, but in dress more humble,

Wrapped in the softened glow of the everyday.

 

She fancied she saw held,

In the silver disk before her,

Caught as she was betwixt,

Divine and mundane,

That then she was more beautiful

Belonging to a Raphaelite painting.

 

Too delicate, she felt herself,

For harsh reality’s harsh sunlight.

She shied away, covered the glass,

Such fancies fade away with time.

The Blood Moon

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The Moon rose red

And we slipped through the shadows;

Like wraiths of smoke

Silently twisting.

We ducked under lights

And slipped in the Garden,

And under the nightflower bloom

We sang the old names.

The wind rolled through clouds

The thunder boomed in the east

And still we sang and danced round the tree.

If it was rain that hid us,

As we slipped back to the real,

Who was there to say

How we shone under the Blood Moon?

Buzz-buzz-buzzer

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Dearest fly, you who’re buzzing,

Kindly go, for now, away!

You’re too loud, too distracting,

While I’m trying to read and write.

There are other clients here,

Gossips, tourists and what-have-you;

Why you then prefer us working?

Why this questionable attraction?

 

In other news, I’m sitting at Starbucks, catching up with my -ahem- blog stalking, and this HUGE fly won’t go away. Is it even huge-fly-season right now?

Τα πέντε αδέρφια και η Βασιλεία

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Γνωστό και ως: να τι συμβαίνει όταν διαβάζω ένα αρχαίο Ιρλανδικό κείμενο σε Αγγλική μετάφραση και πίνω καφέ….

Τα πέντε αδέρφια και η Βασιλεία 

Του βασιλιά οι πέντε γιοι

Είχανε πάει κυνήγι

Τρεις μέρες μέσα στο δάσος,

Και τρεις πέρα στον κάμπο,

Και άλλες τρεις γυρνάγανε,

Στον λόγγο σαν χαμένοι.

Δίχως νερό, δίχως κρασί

Η δύναμη τους λείπει.

Μα στα κοντά ακούγανε

Μια πηγή να ρέει.

 

Πρώτος ο Φέργκους προσπαθεί

Την δίψα του να σβήσει,

Μα φύλακας μπρος στην πηγή

Μια γριά εκεί στέκει.

Μαύρη σαν δαίμονας,

Κυρτή σαν δρυ,

Με μάτια σαν αστέρια,

Στον πρίγκηπα δίνει τιμή

Για το νερό ένα φιλί.

Την δίψα ο Φέργκους προτιμά,

Στ’αδέρφια του γυρνάει.

Ο Όλιολ, ο Μπράιαν,

Κι ο Φιάχρα προσπαθούν,

Την ίδια μοίρα βρίσκουν,

Πριν ο Νιαλ, ο μικρότερος,

Για την πηγή κινήσει.

 

‘Γεια σου Μητέρα, λίγο νερό.’

‘Για ένα φιλί σου δίνω.

Την αγκαλιάζει, την φιλά,

Μια βροντή ηχά μακριά

Και μπρος του ξάφνου στέκει

Μια κόρη ομορφότερη

Από τα ρόδα του αγρού,

Όλα τ’αστέρια τα’ουρανού,

Της θάλασσας το κύμα.

 

‘Η Βασιλεία είμαι εγώ,

Η χώρα αυτή σου ανήκει.

Πες στον πατέρα σου, στους αδερφούς,

Πως άξιο σε κηρύττω.’

Μ’αυτά τα λόγια χάθηκε

Και με νερό ο Νιαλ γυρνάει.

Στους αδερφούς του την ιστορία λέει,

Στην Τάρα τον πηγαίνουνε

Και βασιλιά τον στέφουν.

3 Days 3 Quotes – Day 1

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Oooooh, a tag! Haven’t seen one of those in while! (Well if you bothered to actually stick around on WordPress for more than 5 minutes at a time…)

-ahem- Big thanks to the ever-lovely Irena S. for the nomination! Not sure if I’ll manage to do the full thing, small as it is, I’m on essay writing mode right now… Here goes anyway!

The rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Post three different quotes in three consecutive days
  • Nominate three new bloggers each day

And quote #1, from literally the first book next to me right now. It’s from Diary of a Witchcraft Shop by Trevor Jones and Liz Williams and every page of it is hilarious!

“Walking down the High St last night, I was suddenly accosted by St George, in full armour and a sword, who leaped out of the doorway of the George and Pilgrim, exclaiming, ‘Ah! A damsel!’ I explained that I was not, however, in distress and St George disappeared. But it’s the thought that counts.”

If you fancy seeing what living in as crazy a place as Glastonbury is like, I’d say check it out.

Now…who to nominate…Oh, I know! -cue the Pokemon theme- I choose Cora and Brittany! Yes, I know it says three people on the tin but my list of blogs I follow isn’t exactly huge, so if I’m going to do all three days I need to have people to keep tagging! Of course, since the people in question are not stuffed in Pokeballs, there’s no pressure to do the tag. Gotta admit it’s fun though!

One that makes you larger, one that makes you small

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Rest on my table by my bed

In your brightly coloured dress;

Signs of were and is and might still be

All piled together in white and pink.

I may acknowledge but I resent

I want what it was and what it wasn’t.

These days I can’t seem to make

My own mind amidst the contradictions.

It’s not your fault-

Or maybe it is- I know not.

So I keep staring.