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Myth

by Aida Bode


I sent my daughter
to look for my youth
but she came back
with her head low,
and her hands
full with dejection.

The crows had eaten
all the crumbs
I had left behind

and the wind had covered
all my footsteps.

So I sent the leaves,
all the fallen ones
golden with Zeus’ lightning
and brown with
Dionysus’ withered vines

Childhood was there
born of Euridice
alive and well
in Hades’ dwelling.

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Twelve breaths

by Aida Bode


The moon got pale,
turned into January

The gods were cold
and tucked inside February

I reached to catch the wind
it gave me March

It started to pour April, moist,
rebellious unstoppable for greenery…

May eavesdropped behind the moon,
safeguarding darkness and all the secrets of silences

Venus was pregnant, she didn’t moan
but smiled and gave birth to June.

July got drunk in Aegean
while I saw the Apocalypse

August sleeps with me
and doesn’t let the stars fall

The geese took September in their beak
and flew toward the South

October held its breath
and the air blushed with autumn

Come Dionysius, come and bring
November so that I can awaken my beloved

Why would Athena need wisdom
when she adorns herself with December?