somebody is throwing seeds of shadow in me <br />a tongueless plugusor* <br />it is the ultimate gesture in a broken mirror <br />I tell him – take care how you stretch out your arm to the fire core of truth <br />you might lose it <br />then only you are going to be the one who can open the gates <br />we continue our way helping one another <br />like wooden staffs <br />I am afraid of all wolves and bears of the trackless mountain <br />unawarely encaved into my heart <br />I catch them instinctively by their armpits <br />I place them on stumps of fir trees still rustling <br />I give them milk from the bottle <br />I pick up blackberries making friends with the thorns <br />I am a dense meadow of daisies for them at the edge of the forest <br />here your horse climbs untouched by rein or by spurs <br />blinded by sun an icicle has been thrusting the sky lately <br /> <br /> <br />*The Plugusor is a traditional procession with a decorated plough in Romania on New Year’s Day. The singers, who go from one house to another, throw seeds of wheat over the hosts and wish them happiness and wealth.<br /><br />Monica Manolachi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-eyelashes/
