Aleksandra Djordjevic

LIKE THE HYACINTH

In the mountains that shepherd men,
with their feet trample down
and on the ground the purple flower,
I, too, have picked, plucked, and begged for your grape-scented petals.
I have joined two -jointed armies,
two by two,
for whatever love that existed between us,
and I have even uttered your name in starry court-yards of glory.
I am not the poet you once thought I was,
Lesbia.
I arrange my words on carefully constructed remnants of paper,
I sing of rhythms so enchanting that Bacchus
could only dream of tasting Heaven–
The fields, the hyacinths, your hair–
are but memories in the echoes and misunderstood slants of time,
Across ten-thousand time-sacked tiers of Trojan armies,
I can hear your name.

Aleksandra Artemisia Djordjevic enjoys writing about experiences singular to the individual. She is a graduate of Wilkes University, in Pennsylvania, where she obtained her Masters in Creative Writing. She is also a graduate of the University of Scranton, where she earned her Bachelor's in English. Djordjevic is a resident of Pennsylvania and was born in Kingston.