Alicja Maria Kuberska, POLAND

LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN GIRL

A girl from a distant country
- smile and wipe your tears.
Do not cry over your fate.
Fight as a brave warrior

You are not alone, too.
Look around and notice
- women despair everywhere.
Help them and lead out from sorrow.

Use angry words instead of a rifle
and unite all tormented sisters.
Braid single voices into a loud chorus
 to hit the social injustice with the lash.

The world ought to return to the  balance.
Jing and yang are perfect only together.
All people - women and men,
like two halves of various apples,
should create the delicious, new taste.


SOLD LIFE

Nobody knew her real name
She called  herself "Lena" with a foreign accent
Beautiful girl, similar to spring of Sandro Botticelli
As she stood at the side of a busy, asphalt road

Her eyes reflected clouds and tears
The breeze of passing trucks were combing her long hair
In a bright and short dress, she looked like a flower
thrown carelessly on the gray, muddy ground

Her reflection vanished in the mirrors of passing cars
Another girl took her place in the pimp's wallet
She died on foreign soil, not mourned  by her relatives
Sometimes the gust of wind whispers her name

Despair and longing inhabit her family home
They open a letterbox with trembling hands
dream to hear a familiar melody on the phone
and  listen for steps beyond the door

The employment agent promised big incomes
She dreamed about  the work of a waitress
She wanted to be a maid in a hotel
or a well–paid  model in a colorful magazine


EROS

The first gods emerged from nonexistence
Gaia covered her nakedness with the veil of greenery
Uranus dressed himself with clouds flowing across the sky
The winged Eros was given a bow and quiver with arrows

God of love released a few arrows and breathed life sparks
This  beautiful young man, an inseparable companion of Aphrodite,
possessed bitter and sweet power to hurt human hearts

When Eros smiles and releases the golden arrow
The girl unravels the braid for her lover, puts flowers in her hair
She can, like a feather, swirl high above the cloudlets

When Eros frowns and chooses the iron arrow
unbridled lust and brutal strength is awaked in a boy’s mind
The girl's hair falls to the ground, fear is born in her eyes

Mighty  Eros, break your iron arrows, use only gold ones.
Let the girls wait eagerly for their  beloveds
- sing songs and write poems about glorious and eternal love


Alicja Maria Kuberska, an awarded Polish poetess, novelist, journalist, editor, has edited many volumes both Polish and English. Her poems have been published in numerous anthologies and magazines in Poland and several other countries across the globe. She is a recipient of distinctions and medals notably distinction (2014) and medal (2015) on Nosside Poetry Competition in Italy, Statuette in Lithuania (2015), Medal of European Academy Science, Arts and Letters in France (2018)), Award of Cultural Festival International “Tra le parole e l’ infinito” Italy (2018). Alicja Kuberska is a member of the Polish Writers Associations in Warsaw (Poland) and IWA Bogdani,(Albania). She is also a member of Directors’ Board of Soflay Literature Foundation (Pakistan), Our Poetry Archive (India). She is the Polish Ambassador of Culture of The Inner Child Press (the USA) and is on the Editorial Advisory Board of Sahitya Anand (India).

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