YURI DURAAN Poems
A girl with a red coat walks against the wind,
her shoulders hunched.
She carries the world around her like a cloak.
Her footfall is uncertain, the one in front of the other
in a macabre dance with the devil.
The red coat is a lie which covers other lies,
the lies that build her life.
The red coat is a shield against the truth,
a mask for the outside world.
The wind catches her coat tails and plays with it, trying to
reveal what is beneath.
The wind cuts through the secret of the sin she tries to protect.
Her eyes seek for shelter, her hands ...
I sit in silence...
the world around me
alive with people
hurrying here and there
round and round
chasing their own tails
the earth turns...
spinning around the empty