Frederick And Geraldine (Part 8) Poem by Marieta Maglas

(Geraldine, Maya, and Pedra were talking in the kitchen while drinking some Jasmine Yin Zhen tea.)



''Between Bosphorus and Dardanelles, the waters are calm, ''
Geraldine Said, ''I love the life and the sea while being on this ship.''
Maya said, '' Let me see the meaning of the lines in your palm! ''
''I worked a lot; I can't feel my hands when something I grip.''




Maya insisted, '' Let me rub your hands with Gilead' balm! ''
''I can't stand the hustle and the bustle of some big cities.
Will you predict my future after reading my palm?
''You'll be surrounded by death coming from the waves' ditties.''



''What is this balm? '' '' It's an extract from the bakha shrubs.''
''Where did you find this shrub? '' ''This extract is brought from Chios,
Where this tree grows near the sea; I use it to make balm and drugs.
It's good for the stomach and prevents the skin infections.



I used it also to make bread tsoureki.'' ''It's sweet, '' Pedra said,
''You must know that this tree excited the cupidity of many invaders-
The groves of Jericho.'' Maya touched her, ''Are you afraid? ''
''It's a place where to fight Titus, Joshua, and the Crusaders



Emerged, '' Pedra took a long look at her, ''Do you have children? ''
''I have two boys who live in the southern part of the Ottoman Empire.
My husband died.'' ''Why did you come here? '' ''I'm a poor woman.
Now, it's a war; I want to work here, not to walk through the fire.''



(Maya left the kitchen. On the deck, Marco, Rosa, and Cruz stopped for a few minutes their walk to admire the Marmara Sea while approaching Çanakkale.)



''Anybody who wants to pass through the Dardanelles
Must pay a tax. So, we must sit at the anchor in waiting
For an opening of this small Port of Çanakkale, ''
Said Cruz. '' About buying fuel, the seamen are still debating, ''



Said Marco.'' This city is placed on two continents.''
'' The shape of the strait is akin to that of a river.''
'' Its history started with Troy. The tidal currents
Make this time of wait at Anchorage a deceiver.''




''The Dardanelles is the most dangerous waterway, ''
Said Rosa, '' Maya and Naimah are talking fiercely.''
Cruz said, ''They've seemed not to know each other until today.''
''What happened, Maya? '' ''He can't stop speaking viciously.''

(To be continued...)

Poem by Marieta Maglas