midsummer’s dream

my green fairy i’m not ophelia/ i will stay an old maid it’s useless to place lady’s bedstraw flowers under my pillow because whatever i would dream of…it won’t be him/ it won’t be my dear beloved country man/ my lord with entangled beard staring at the summer stars like a charmed beast…

what can i say?
the wheat is still tender i can feel its juicy inside between my teeth
women are still beautiful to me that mean i am still
younger than that barren apple tree
it was a golden apple forbidden to be tasted
it was guarded by an army of ruby cross spiders so scary
for a little girl like me

oh my dear hamlet these are only stories/ even you were dead a long time ago and i/ who am i to know what murky waters will bear my crown above them?

Categories: My Poems in 2015 | Tags: , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “midsummer’s dream

  1. duncan greenwood

    wonder ful poem Christina but needs small clarifications in translation

    • Thanks. I cannot clarify it more right now, because this is one of the few poems that I wrote directly in English. Maybe it is easier for me to write first in Romanian and then translate, like I did with the other poems, paying more attention to the grammar, etc. BTW : your comment too needs small clarifications.

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