In the bewitched
aviary.
The sonnet according to
Mr. Shakespeare
Helots muse about moony
Golden Fleece of the condor.
Drudges think of the
dreamy eternal dew of the hen.
Philosophers ponder on
winged fantasy of the crow.
Kings ruminate on a
picturesque gold of the jay.
Priests contemplate the
dreamed, soft, meek weird of the woodpecker.
Masters daydream about
nice marvellous songs of the tern.
Soothsayers dream of
fulfilled gold of the yellowhammer.
Knights philosophize
about poetic dawn of the wren.
Hoplites fantasize
about a red sky of the sparrow.
Athletes describe the
most tender treasure-charm of the snipe.
Gods remember an
enchanted, dear temple of the seagull.
Goddesses recall
fairy tale-like heroes of the kite.
Poets commemorate the
elves-like heaven of the owl.
Bards reflect on most
amazing dreamery of the rook.
weird - archaic fate*
Poem of not-Hindu for
Goddess Krishna
full chalice and I
become an existence
when your memory shines
the dreamy chalice -
I miss
and I want it
a cup without blood comes true
magic of the dew - fulfilled
I am a blissful
butterfly
for your sake
you turn dew into essence
into fog over the volcano
as well as into numinous sacred cow
and I am the
magic of the night
a spring and a miracle
the heart with many songs
I adore this rainbow
you paint a revelry in it
the heart of the poet
my soul - dreaming
in your dreams - memories
to this cornflower
You are your glorified
soul
a rainbow of being and perfect
fleeting wings of poetry
in your soul-cave -
dwarf
in this pond - mirror
your mirror loves
a melancholy
the cave darkness
the light from the moon
rest in me
in you a thousand lights
of winged being
I have found myself
in your
butterflylike heart
I will you
in the breeze
and in a seagull
of the mornings
Paweł Markiewicz was
born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and
writes tender poems, haiku and long poems.
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