To Pythia Poem by Avni Turan

And you just look at me

with some watery eyes.

While you ask me

whether tears tell lies.

You're to blame

but you can't see the lights.


My oracle will you be,

which one do I mean to be?

It's certain that you're confused,

and you're too involved in yourself.


Don't forget to hide from that boy

who will seek you everywhere

and nowhere

to look at those stories one last time.

Aye, he loved guns and roses

but he loved books too.

Before you uttered that hymn for him to forgo.


I see now, you're already asking for help from false hands.

"O Furies, them them apart,

Then make me eat them part by part! "

Is that your way to eradicate the Fear?

That echoing sound, it dominates the whole poem.


Hoary dales of innocence or the ruddy eyes of experience,

where do you belong?

I know that you don't fit in this realm.

So, create your own one

unless you want to be accepted or understood.

This is my last advice (hoping the opposite)

as there, among the oaks, roams the only One.