Treasure Island

Borce Panov

(27.09.1967 / Radovish, Republic of Macedonia)

Listen The Petel (Rooster)

Listen the green
Listen the High
Stream listen the viper
liisten the owl and the night
listen the rooster at midnight
listen the water
arched into the bow
listen the arrow
and the Lake, listen the rooster, listen the rooster
the vortex of shadows
listen the blue ash
Listen the rain, listen the rain, rain and smoke
listen the easiness
listen the blue
the sparkling white
listen the doe
from the spring
listen the screech of the eye
thru the beech trees
listen the whisper of the dark leave
listen the hoot of the night
listen the rooster at midnight
listen the worms in gentle growth
listen the falcon
listen the hot
on the aim of thunder, through the branches
listen the bells twang
the wind and the echo of lightning
squeezed into the eye pupil
listen the distant reflection
under the palate
listen the Breath
listen of the iron
bite into the blood, listen the bite into the blood
the wolfs howling
listen the storm, listen the storm,
listen the hoots of the night
listen the snow at midnight

Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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