Zhulduz Baizakova

Rookie (Almaty, Kazakhstan)

Wolfsbane - Poem by Zhulduz Baizakova

The flavours of the sunset
Are being absorbed
By beast inside,
And monotonous rain
Continues to play its humid chords
The dinosaur is bleeding
And its blood
Turns on the spot
Into the blossomed love
Same as the wolfsbane’s petals
With tenderness
As if with poison
During thunderstorm…

A lonely knight
In white chainmail
With the embroidered cross
Without the belt though,
Holds close
His dear Lady
Whispering so softly
- Oh, let me go, my love!

She cannot know
Nor even see in dream
That shard
Of the primeval
Native might
Had pierced his
Knightly chest
And that same beast
Of dinosaur’s
Primordial blood
Longs for the Wild
He threw away his shield…

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013

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