Saturday, August 1, 2020




I waved with the wind while dreaming.
Like a hawk seeing every detail.
And all I could finally look for were you...

now you are on the other side
at least I have something to look forward to when I die

the sound of boiling water reminds me
every boring second
there is still life
and I was going to make myself a cup of tea

feels as if the sun is a traitor today
a bloody pervert
shining in my face
like a mad Max
please Lord
dim the light.

In Quarantine

Why do you ask me
whether I feel unhappy
and my day takes a bath in despair
captured within four walls
only wifi, virtual hugs, no kisses
slowly freezing
in a doomed scenario
assuming my house is not a castle
but a prison
leaving my body sleepless
in need of alcohol, pills,
addicted to an illusion
silencing our fear
the concept of fatality
as if missing fresh air
were as bad as being on a ventilator
fighting for breath
blood clots in your lungs
nurses in astronaut suits
as your only angels
guiding you on the road of death.

Poem For My Brother

I remember how you told me
not to fear death.
you, so strong so calm, so self-assure,
it was as if she was never going to grab you
and not I
but you'd be left behind.

MARIAN EIKELHOF is a poet who works in her daily life as a psychologist. Her work inspires her to write about the emotional aspects of life. Not only she describes feelings of love, intimacy and desire, but also, she reflects about states of profound sadness and feelings of emptiness. On the whole she criticizes dehumanisation and an ongoing process of alienation in human relationships. Marian’s poetry book “a zero-hour contract with life” has been translated from Dutch into English and Turkish. She writes in several prestigious magazines and is a peace activist defending humanity by attending poetry festivals in Europe and Latin America. 

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