Misplaced in Cyprus (a poem)
Someone by chance, happened to tell me you’d left
gone to live in Canada, with your wife
and I quickly brushed it off
changed the subject
but a part of me was ‘oh, okay,
‘you’ve finally done it, good for you’
I was walking along Lady’s Mile beach
looking for our shack
when I saw it in the distance
As I started walking towards it
the Lady’s Mile wind, whispered
‘oh, you’re not here, oh…’
My feet were getting tired
I thought about turning back
but I’d travelled thousands of miles
what was a few more hundred meters?
When I got to the shack
I wasn’t even sure
if it was our shack
or if there even was a shack
and I made the whole thing up
It’s kind of strange
you don’t live here anymore
like you’re missing or something
but I gained my freedom from you
a long time ago
and everything else
is fiction
msdebbie said,
September 26, 2011 at 7:23 pm
The days we wander beaches with our memories can feel very distorted, I tend to agree. There is freedom by the water, but the winds are often a source of ouch. I like the somewhat mystical tone that this poem held in reading it; look forward to hearing you speak it sometime Koraly xxx
Koraly Dimitriadis said,
September 27, 2011 at 4:16 am
Thanks Debbie!
Melpomene Selemidis said,
September 27, 2011 at 11:35 am
I especially loved the journey’s end or realisation in the last stanza.
Koraly Dimitriadis said,
September 28, 2011 at 5:54 am
Glad you enjoyed it