2nd Place Winner in Poetry
Filitsa Sofianou-Mullen Creative Writing Competition 2019
Fata Morgana
By Asset Janabekov
Poetry
Poetry
In your head
There’s thousands of dying suns
Spitting vermilion blood
On the cerulean velvet of sky,
But your feather-light hand
Softly scrawls an equation.
In your head –
There’s a never-found pilgrim,
A homeless-est nomad
Who dauntlessly sails
Across sweltering horizons,
Perfections of blinding ambivalence –
Fata-Morganas,
But your delicate freedom –
Is the only ambivalence here.
In your head –
There’s white satin swans
Within shivering stars –
Levitating
With the passage of time
Slowly gliding through
Elegant waters
Of Nothingness,
Only nothingness
Is all you possess.
All in all,
An abysmal ravine
Should have kept
Even more:
Graceful dances on edges
Of Silicic volcanoes,
Eternally blazing
Celestial bodies,
Displacement of spaces –
Suicidal nirvanas,
Un-gravitational forces,
An absolute freedom,
A yellow brick road.
But no.
In truth
In a nutshell
In substance
Your head is nothing
But an empty cranial box.
Inside, there is only
A maddening nettlesome fly and
One golden stick
That amalgamates with you
On subatomic level.
You meet a nicotine dawn
And stink together,
As lovers, while
Burning
So
Deeply
No one
Has
Ever
Burnt.