Holly Karapetkova

Holly Karapetkova Poems

Not to wait, not to wait for them.
The Dumikos ridge descended upon them
dragging the sun behind it, dragging the moon,
the shattered rocks, uprooted pines
...

The leaves are no longer talking.
The pines are fighting with swords,
the oaks are fighting with fists.
The black birds are coming, black as ravens,
...

Holly Karapetkova Biography

Poet and Children's Author.)

The Best Poem Of Holly Karapetkova

Tell the Mother

Not to wait, not to wait for them.
The Dumikos ridge descended upon them
dragging the sun behind it, dragging the moon,
the shattered rocks, uprooted pines
and one ripe apple tree bent with fruit;
beneath its branches the brothers embraced
and the younger one turned to the older
saying, hold on, brother, don't let go,
the fruit falling like bullets, red pulp.

Holly Karapetkova Comments

Close
Error Success