5d
echo island
invites me to dine on its shore.
the wild orchid, hidden and torn,
begs me to linger,
weaves gold in my hair —
and claims me,
its trophy,
unaware.
invites me to dine on its shore.
the wild orchid, hidden and torn,
begs me to linger,
weaves gold in my hair —
and claims me,
its trophy,
unaware.
translated from one of my Hungarian poems, 'Ekhó-sziget', written in 2014.
June 20, 2025.
June 20, 2025.
(F/Yorkshire, UK)
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