The House Next To The Rose Tree


Perhaps we shall always be captives of a prophecy
We shall never nonetheless
Walk into the rose garden,*

No longer anticipate in vain
The house next to the rose tree
The bliss that was abruptly abducted from me

No longer expect the slightest semblance of joy
And whatever Grandpa uttered …was
False presumption.

He can no longer

Foretell… the future
Like the oracle at Delphi …

He can no longer

Predict insinuate indicate
The new Emperor has outlawed

His history and
His prophecies……

(c) Andrea Demetriou

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