March Hares by Nanos Valaoritis

MARCH HARES

Today we serve them fish

tomorrow chicken soup

yesterday it was mushrooms

in huge rooms with echo

 

then we take them on their word

we refresh their memory with

wide fans made of peacock’s

feathers – however later

 

We regret we said and diddle this

we try penance bowing, kneeling

hand kissing, nose blowing

drying up about fire solid tears

 

All in vain, because the tears

in the fabric are irreparable

in between them we see scenes

of disaster, triumph ship wrecks

 

lovemaking – nothing new

in the matter of imagery but

when a little oil is rubbed

on them then they all come true.

 

                  Athens, 17 March 2012 (March Hare)

                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO MAKE THINGS EASIER

Words not actions can always

elevate balloons blooming

in  summer skies among

the  iridescent clouds

 

 It wasn’t the inspector :

we vigilants observers of fraud

reapers of the corrupt deep

friendly to  cold fish

 

attitudes so precious and  affected

in ways past counting : watch

us jump from the spring board

always handy with  a rock in hand

 

to shatter or to mold the water

according to your intentions

a memory of fuchsias

what was it I said when you said

 

no – and later came all that

all this trumpeted – by the Angel

unrecognizable in his disguise

a real money lender curtains up

to make things easier to stand down

                           Athens, 17 March 2012