When the sea is glittering gold

July 20, 2019 By Andrea Demetriou
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The idea of homeland is a cruel joke;
crueller even than the idea of Paradise
Peter Lyssiotis

When you are driving on ehte roads of our occupied villages and towns
Bogazi, Koma Tou Yialou, Trikomo, the pain is profound

When you are driving on these roads just as the sun is rising
In the early morning and our seas are glittering gold
You still can’t believe that you are not permitted to live there

That your father died

And the sea we used to go to “Koma Tou Yialou”*
Is glowing and desolate.

Andrea Demetriou

“The Incosolable Clock”
Armos Publications, 2017