on the edge
of my baby's eyes
ranting, remembering:
-there used to be colour
...
you're nameless
: a spark never stifled:
and you're called after
and you're rang for
...
Stippled sparks sway stalled
smudged smiles stroll southward
so sameless, so sad.
...
Eyelids getting heavier
in the mid-afternoon blur,
images stay still
in our desperate eyes.
...
paths untravelled,
of stone and dirt,
bringing life closer
and worlds apart.
...
soaked,
you're standing on My doorstep,
veins gone numb,
soul dripping.
...
Aleksandra Spaseska was born in 1984 in the town of Kavadarci, Macedonia. Spent her childhood and early adolescence in her parents' hometown of Prilep where she first started writing poetry and short stories. At the age of 18 she moved to the capital Skopje where she enrolled the Department of English language and literature at the Faculty of philology 'Blaze Koneski'. She decided to stay in the capital after University considering it to be a suitable place for her to grow as a professional and an artist. She currently works as a translator for the daily newspaper 'Vest' and runs her personal blog Vezilka at http: //aleksandrinavezilka.wordpress.com. Her poems were included in several collaborative issues of poetry, the online student magazine 'Izlez' and the blog Open City 360 Poets and Writers, The Anthology of Young Macedonian Avant-garde Poetry and she is a member of the non-profit literary arts organization Poets Without Borders. She now writes both in Macedonian and English, mostly poetry. Enjoys reading, studying new languages and cultures, spending time with her cats, and is interested in street fashion blogging, Macedonian traditional music, poetry and clothing, and European cinematography.)
Cuddly Caged
Counting cries
curling, crawling
: comming cowardly
captured cunningly:
Clenched constantly
culprit, culprit!
clasped carelessly
craving, craving...
cometh caravans,
copper caped cages,
cometh caravans
contorted.
come, Cuddly,
climb closer.
come, Cuddly,
cry.
April,2012