Two Poems by Paweł Markiewicz

 

The mysteries of four seasons

 

 

the dreamed winter 

the storks sitting meekly in Africa 

the butterfly frozen in the marvellous pond 

mice write a gorgeous myth 

a rural boy longs for the moonglow 

witch apollonianly bewitched 

a stunning world 

in a moony way 

I am full of druidic wizardries 

You are like a dragonfly 

We are singing 

 

the dream-like spring 

the storks are coming home so tenderly 

the butterfly awoken in glory but sitting 

mice write ovidian songs 

a rural girl yearns for afterglow 

in addition hex enchanted 

a dazzling world 

in a starlit way 

I am shrouded in this cool mystery 

You are such a firefly 

We are trilling 

 

the dreamy summer 

the storks are nesting mayhap peacefully 

the butterfly flying over becharmed garden 

mice write Dionysian ode 

an auntie is bent upon blue hours 

the enchantress is conjured 

amusing world 

in a starry way 

I wrapped in plethora of sorcery 

You are Dionysian spider 

We are chanting 

 

the dreamful autumn 

the storks are going to fly off musing 

the butterfly dreaming just before coming death 

mice write Apollo’s hymn 

an uncle muses about cool star 

the sorceress enraptured 

such a cute world 

in a moonlit way 

I stay under a spell of tenderness 

You are like a charmful bee 

We caroling

The longing. The Pindaric ode You – such a dreamery born from Dionysian odes like tender day in Your winds – enchanted butterflies as the Golden Fleece – bewitched in my meek fantasy august paradise lost is thus found and so dreamy You lotus-like butterfly you – above volcanos with wing-bewitchment immortalized in the times I want to be such you and eternal thankful eyes a plethora of feelings shines in tender myths lands I would be magnificent and gorgeous like some ghosts I will daydream over the soft foggy mournful morns I long for tenderness of a mayhap dreamy dew amaranthine but golden muse told me: Let’s go! dearest butterfly Your blood is like an ambrosia Your soul seems to be a pretty light eudemonia Your tender garden is at morning star so moony Your thoughts are dazzling moonglow awoken from fantasy I yearn in winter for eternal Horace’s feelings created born in springtide from the Ovidian songs I am going to go to Pythia – temple in summer a naiad becomes for Artemis’ sake muse in fall

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetries in many magazines. He writes in English and German.