Poetry: Vasiliki Petroudi

Vasiliki Petroudi

She marches barefoot on thorns
Blushing of vitue paints her pail cheeks
White doves hold her worn out dress
made by the sighs of those who long for her
She has been abused
She has been violently uprooted
She has been sacrificed
on the altar of fake gods and idols
But she is and she will remain
An immortal, eternal blaze
Hard to conquer
but more precious
even than
Life itself

Bio: My name is Vasiliki Petroudi and i live in Athens Greece. I work as a yoga instructor and English language teacher. I write novels and poetry. Some of my poems appear on Spill words and in Gabriela Marie Milton's latest anthology "Wounds i healed"

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