Unrest

by Maria Stadnicka / January 28th, 2018

Mondays I wear fundamental black.
For patient beginnings.
Close to the border, I wake up
in a dusty existence
by a window without curtains.

I rehearse the war,
the growth of my frozen children,
the walking, the loving, the singularity.

I am born under surveillance and
to me all things appear significant;
the imperfect good intentions,
the miracles which exist only in books.

Maria Stadnicka is a writer, freelance journalist and lecturer. Winner of 12 Romanian National Poetry prizes, she worked as a radio and TV broadcaster. She has lived in Gloucestershire, England since 2003. Published poetry collections: O-Zone Friendly, A Short Story about War, Imperfect. Further details about Maria's work and portfolio available on her website www.mariastadnicka.com Read other articles by Maria.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 28th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.