The Fireplace


But earth has its last gift

well guarded from the winter;

it has left it in the fireplace

next to the old ashes,

which, forgotten, have remained as a reminder of the cold

without an ornamented ribbon

or needless adornments.


How strange the stone box looked

with its strict grey countenance

dominating the space.

It is always the same gift the earth gives.

What is the need for senseless change

when life’s foundations quake

on hearing the other-worldly winter? …’


From the poem ‘The Fireplace’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou

Cycle I: The Lost Self

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