Photo – Anastasiya Cheprak

Poetry – Anna Liudnova

Translator – Anhelina Lysunets

 

And now she knows how to catch the stones,

but with her back

She`s built

Hundreds of new constructions

Made of red bricks

That are always claimed to be adamant

But now

the basement of desired reality

Could not grow from the thorns

 

And then the stone cracked

It was scattered around the streets

Among the trees

That strangers

tried to hold

themselves

Holding the trunks

Without roots

Hunched

Grabbing the celestial

 

Passing by the ways

Beyond the crossroads

The dust was dissipating

And bricks

Turned into off point metaphors

That she was trying to hold

All in her hands

 

That was a heavy burden to endure

Body

Of the poetry

 

Seems now

She had to weigh down her steps

To make

Black and white photos

Colorful again, and return the hues

That they had

Before 24.02.2022

Or even

Before 2014

Not knowing

What does the letters

mean

A

T

O

.

The breath is slowing down

The chest is squeezed

With the arrhythmia caused by memories

Bygone experiences

“General mobilization of men”

Is heard from the gogglebox

 

Is blurred withing the eyes all green

russia attacks Ukraine

The family is buried under the rubble

Air raid

 

Melodies faded

 

Curses can be heard all over

The dead ends of the streets

Loud and meticulous

They echoed with the thin voice

Inside the head.

 

Became clear.

 

A baby is born in the bomb shelter.

 

Invisible.

And on the background

Piece by piece

She was loosing her

I want “”.

I dream “”.

I plan “”.

The notes were involuntarily flowing from

under the hands

Regardless of holding a book

Or looking at buds on the apple trees

Under your window.

 

Fingers were electrocuted

It was a bitter feeling

And a month ago it seemed

Within the thick darkness, people cannot see

Your ray of

Internal resistance

You crossed out the days

To forget the sight of the comrade

Whose eyes cannot see anymore

 

It still seems…

 

The vision is blurring.

Holding your hand

Believing you will see

How nature blooms

In a place where

Despite the darkness

You grope the right direction

Step by step

 

And you will never turn back.

I saw, this square shaped view of the world of

war

Framed with prosperities of nature

Ongoing

All green

 

Taking the ants off my arms

One by one

Picking them up in the boxes

Believing that the

Chests will easily grow out of them

Colored light yellow. Weightless

 

The moment, when you are monosemantic

Considering where you accumulate all worries

Wrapping up the last piece of love

Into a fire that barely flickered

But you still believed that it could be dragged

Throughout the field

Saving immortal moments

 

So that they can shine

All life long.

 

Opening light blue, heavenly clear

Untouchable

Among the approachable stems,

They were dispersing behind the crossroad

With fathomless landmarks

Far beyond the roundabouts

Within this planet.

Luminous yellow flowers have wasted her.

Crossed out the time, when

Barely visible letters

Describes first steps

Counting

 

It seemed, if distances

were marked

With numbers

 

You could ascend above them

To create your own Ashram

Never aiming anywhere

To fly.

 

How often did I dream

My legs are coming off the ground

A feeling of hoovering lightness

Not sacred openness of life on Earh

Beyond that

 

Sunflowers inside the body

Still keep her legs

Bounded tight

To the shattered with the flow of time

Garden

Where she has first

Planted the flowers.

That is why people

Can not fly.