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A Twinge At Heart
An ancient tumbledown wooden house
It haunts everyone as the sun is setting
On a quiet morose winter evening
A fairylike figure wearing a white blouse
It’s passing through the walls blown
As if it were with someone at daggers drawn
How out of order this soul was
In searching of a clue of the past
It was wandering around fast very fast
It’s so much gained of an enemy
Soon it saw the very object flown with the gust
One could see the fairy grown disturbed contemptuously
The facial expression was worth more than a whole poem
It trembled even to the marrow of its soul
As if excited by the peak of a requiem
She tore the paper of music in pieces
That was too much for her delicately organized natures
There he was sleeping with another woman
Whom the fairy would crown with a dagger in the womb
And the notes of that enigmatic music should be carved on his tomb
‘Never escape a twinge at heart recalling me my ex-groom’...
Ayten Suvak
The Fairy of the Woods
I’m hidden among the trees that surround your homeoffice. I’ve been vigilating you for quite a while. Placed yourself at a large table, you’re sipping your coffee. You’ve a thoughtful air. While surfing on the net, you scratch the back of your head from time to time. You’re cool, though your appearance is a bit neglected.
You’re reading something on the monitor very attentively. You shake your head and then you smile. Now you’re using the keyboard with one hand; the other’s hidden somewhere on your lap working there eagerly. I can see your convulsions from my nest. Your cheeks are pink with violent excitement. You look more relieved, more in high spirits, a bit drowsy perhaps. You get a tissue paper to dry your hands, oh no, to blow your nose. Your eyelids are heavy. Are you unwell? No, just sleepy. You droop your head and dose for a while. I’ll let you rest; I’m comfortable under those laurel trees. I’ll look around while directing furtive glances at you all the while.
I have my long, flowing, rustic dress on. I make friends with your two cute dogs: I call them Cockey and Cunney. Come here sweethearts! They sniff at my picnic basket in which I brought you some dough rolls with spinach in them. I’ll also serve a milky fluid made of yogurt to wash the rolls down. Dogs are keeping me good company but it’s you in my target. I knock on the window to wake you up or rather to surprise you with my unexpected, fairylike presence.
Sure you’re shocked sweetheart, you roll your eyes. It’s I in flesh and blood. You don’t believe your eyes or you can’t see me? Oh, just leave yourself to me, close your eyes and follow me to the woods like a sleepwalker. I’ll take you to a dreamy place where a river flows. Shall we row a boat and sing the song “ row row row your boat gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream...” We’ll bathe in that river of Lethe. It’ll make you forget all the past experience with me. You’ll see me as innocent as the Victorian Angel of the house. You won’t fool yourself with doubts about me any more. You won’t suspect my sincerity. You’ll understand that I’m just a fairy of love in ecstacy; already cleansed in the purgatory for wanton souls.
Come darling, walk with me in the river. See my dress is already wet on my naked body. Hold me as you hold a baby to christen or crawl with me under the poplar trees if you want that demon of a woman back to go on with her magic charms of seduction...
Ayten Suvak
I Knew He Would Leave Me Someday
A spring whirlwind called love
A sweeping storm through my soul
My trembling body is at its goal
My heart would open to let the blossom in
The most delicious fragrance within
A mood of gaiety would come also over him
He would play and romp with me
High spirits would lead us to violent exercise
We wouldn’t think that would cost us a high price
We couldn’t know this gaiety would vanish
He would abandon me pushing me aside
Kindly and gently but nevertheless aside
My entire being would yearn towards him
A cold breeze would suddenly freeze
I should have known I couldn’t get him into my hands
Instantly I would shrink into myself
Into a secret world of benevolent indifference
I would close my heart as a revengeful preference...
Ayten Suvak
I'm smitten by Males (I Maschi)sung by Gianna Nannini...
Ayten Suvak
http://www.youtube.co/watch?v=-Y5Qk0PmP9k
In the gunpowder of a secret spy
In the flour of a drunk’s pie
Or in the newlyborn’s bla bla cry
Happily sleeping in the crib
While we’re living with glib
Which leads to the zone of security
Is it a land of obscurity
A great enigma
Or is sanity in the colours of naivety
In charisma in terza rima
A three-line stanza
Ending with a-b-a
Alianza-bonanza-anza
Or finanza-danza-vitanza
In our endless divina commedia
It’s the spring weather
That makes me such a fool
A fool with a heart and no sense
You can call me to a pool
Where there’s an April fool
Swimming with fish
Isn’t this cool?
Ayten Suvak
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rg9F5el0IdQ&feature=relat...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6hDd3_ezCk&feature=relat...
