Evening, 9 Sept. 2018, Radovljica, Slovenia; a linked verse co-edited by Stephen Gill (Tito), Dimitar Anakiev (Kamesan) & Branko Manojlovic; based partly on a long journey made between summer and autumn. Footnotes are appended.
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As close to Triglav1
as we could be …
a cloud or two apart
Tito
Autumn begins: my
two guests were looking for a church
but they found me
Kamesan
In the mountain breeze
a campanula2 has turned
deep gentian blue
Branko
To my pen as I write
atop the peak —
hoverfly
Tito
Very long ginko3 —
jotting down poetry
using a goldenrod4
Kamesan
Sun-ignited clouds
weighing into
the Julian Alps5
Branko
Lying on its side
on a carpet of grass,
a foal in bliss
Tito
Snails, cats and me —
in the kiwi garden today
friends from Kyoto
Kamesan
The slower path:
deep in forest
spindle6 berries
Branko
A sea wind
blowing through the belfry,
the bells almost tone
Tito
It’s getting colder —
next to a Communist shrine
the Crucifixion
Kamesan
Here Soča7 ran red
with soldiers’ blood …
kids throwing stones
Branko
The pale weeping tree
planted above
my white dog’s8 grave
Tito
Hard for me to grasp
the vanishing of a world:
yerba buena9
Kamesan
Imagine the bulging eyes
that first spied these
viridian lakes10
Branko
Wavering beneath me
through sun-dappled shallows,
faces of mosaic saints
Tito
My big moustache
too wild it got this morning —
the street is so steep
Kamesan
Through the hushed arteries
of ancient Piran11
to its very heart
Branko
A pair of flip-flops
left at the base of the olive —
a story awaits
Tito
Those xenophobic
mosquitoes: bite after bite
for fugitives
Kamesan
In Lika valley12
dark-eyed Syrians — a wary
herd of deer
Branko
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