Danijela Trajković

Written and translated by Danijela Trajković

DANIJELA TRAJKOVIĆ holds an MA in English Language and Literature from the Faculty of Philosophy in Kosovska Mitrovica, Serbia. She is a short stories writer, poet, translator, reviewer. Published by literary magazines, newspapers and anthologies worldwide. Her first book „22 Wagons“ was published by Istok Academia, Knjaževac, Serbia, 2018.

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Home

summer’s tongue licks

all our attempts

to build a home

we conjure rain

to show us where

foundations are

we pull roots out

collect brown leaves for the cellar

oranges for walls

yellow birds for windows

we are eternal tenants

wait for winter

its fire scarf

and winter is late as the trains in Serbia

our feet are bare

our bodies are cold

asphalt

two skies

winter is our mother

old woman

slow walk

she has no choice

but to come

Conspiracy

I slept
and you rode on the moon
sneaked into my room
and stole your soul

Abducted

it was night when they abducted me

I didn’t see their faces

they tied my eyes

put on the operating table

separated my soul from my body

all the blood ran out

they said they were going to throw it

in the Red Sea

not to leave any trace

then they buried my soul

on some cemetery

my pale body now attracts many men

I hear from the conversations dogs and birds

who are fed at the cemetery have

sometimes I hear your steps as well

your voice

you pass along an unmarked grave

just say you’re too far away

and continue walking.

Setu, November 2018