Saturday, August 11, 2012

In the castle of Platamonas in Macedonia

Outside the embrasures
the clouds are heard
they recount piratical gatherings
they suspended deep red as they are
reflecting the blood
that is about to be spilled

The sea has become dark
it stole the colour
from the look of the sentry

The ground
 before it holds its breath
-a few moments before the battle-
it smells origan
it shouts in the soul of the soldier,
Defend me!

July 2006
by Thodoris Vorias a  Hellene poet.