Poem 3 In Solidarity: ATHENS-THESSALONIKI-ISTANBUL

by Katerina Iliopoulou

There is this statue in the city
Which nightly treads on people’s dreams
Its marble fingers
Separate the entwined bodies
Some it touches on the forehead
And some on the lips
Planting a hook inside the heart of others.

But people know nothing of this
They all love the statue dearly
Every so often they crown it with flowers
They leave relics and mementos by its side
And other times they passionately cover it with kisses
On its hands, eyes and feet
And on its flesh they inscribe their most precious secrets
Names and places they have been
And even, sometimes, poems.

Katerina Iliopoulou is a poet, translator and artist based in Athens. Read her bio and poems in translation on the Word Express website.

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