ANNA MAVROIDI

 

 

Good Friends

 

Where are you going,

all of you leaving—

good friends?

 

I stand on the platform,

waving a handkerchief of sorrow,

holding onto

the last image of you.

 

I ache most

for those who came into my life too late.

When did I last feel their touch,

their gaze

that shone through despair?

 

I cup hot sand in my hands,

watching it slip slowly

through my fingers.

 

How can I keep them

within the passage of time?

With tear-stained knees,

I rise to watch

their gray smoke drifting behind…

 

The Secret

 

I kept your secret.

Whatever shame it carried,

I held it close,

pressed to my chest,

as our words faded into silence.

 

Your secret—

I kept it like a prayer.

 

Words Strung On A Golden Thread

 

They were just a few words,

strung on a golden thread.

From foreign lips.

In an unguarded moment,

etched in eternity.

 

And as we sat around the table,

it felt as though our hearts were warmed

by a small brazier’s glow.

 

It was then we felt once more

what it means to burn with love.

And they were just a few words,

strung on a golden thread!

 

ANNA MAVROIDI

 

ANNA MAVROIDI is a Greek poet and a member of the Union of Greek Litterateurs. She is the author of five poetry collections, and her work has appeared in numerous anthologies and literary magazines. Her poetry has received multiple awards, with several individual poems earning commendations in literary competitions. Alongside her literary career, she works as a counselor and psychotherapist in her private practice in Athens, where she lives and writes.