POEM BY NEKTARIA MENDRINOS
FLAME
Small island chapel
undermined, respectful
freshly whitewashed
chirps of birds enter
through its small door
to perform the mass
and the fine breeze
with aroma of sea froth
oregano and frankincense
on its invisible vestments
on the self a few candles
glued together
from the heat
and the mystagogic silence
I take one double candle
and I light it
our future
and our present
our present moment
transformed into
a flame
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