Plymouth ου μ’ εθέσπισεν- in Plymouth where my fαte dropped me.

Open up this window
and welcome his fresh warm fingers
feel
the boiling running blood,
through Aeolos* hands
run
bright around your neck
behind
your ears
and get lost
in your seaweed hair!
Look!
a lemon-fire leaf
surrenders in his arms.
How beautifully rests
upon
the wet precious
grass.

Katerina
25 Oct 08

*Aeolos:the Greek God of wind and air

Wrote this poem at a Poetry workshop run by an amazing acclaimed performance poet
Kat Francois (to who I am grateful for reminding me to use my rich Greek background)
at the Barbican Theater in Plymouth.

more information about Kat Francois:
http://www.myspace.com/kat_francois">