Ruination
Anastasia Christou
Illusory imposter, magician of the night. Glistening redemption, the rebirth of their chaos.
Ruminations of their silent complicity sizzle in the breathless dusk.
Sweet deceit the moments I am undone. Morsels of misery, like the social enterprise conceived through the vacuum planned, in the absence of hope.
Have you whispered to the dragonflies to surrender their flames?
Ruinations everywhere I glance, and the mystery of your embrace escapes my memory.
Unravelling the rumour of the fantasy they left behind has engulfed the dream in yellow dust.
Echoes evaporating in the shadows behind the tracks.
Have you pleaded with the nightingale to wake up its muse?
The silence shivers as the wind caresses the valley of the temples they built.
The tethering of my existence torments the broken fences.
Silenced spectators are free again. Scrambled secrets, stories of suffering my mother denied.
Evolution of deception in every lullaby she whispered, taming the shame and feeding the cauldron of honour, in the name of all those martyrs her labyrinth of lies has been refuge.
Launching cries of liberty will not bring them back.
When can we conceal all the pain remembered in marble? Cold compilation of stone is the history the few wrote.
Ruinations you mend with the touch of your smile.
Dissent and the balance behind. I remain undone in a sanctuary made of sand.
Ruminations of their silent complicity sizzle in the breathless dusk.
Sweet deceit the moments I am undone. Morsels of misery, like the social enterprise conceived through the vacuum planned, in the absence of hope.
Have you whispered to the dragonflies to surrender their flames?
Ruinations everywhere I glance, and the mystery of your embrace escapes my memory.
Unravelling the rumour of the fantasy they left behind has engulfed the dream in yellow dust.
Echoes evaporating in the shadows behind the tracks.
Have you pleaded with the nightingale to wake up its muse?
The silence shivers as the wind caresses the valley of the temples they built.
The tethering of my existence torments the broken fences.
Silenced spectators are free again. Scrambled secrets, stories of suffering my mother denied.
Evolution of deception in every lullaby she whispered, taming the shame and feeding the cauldron of honour, in the name of all those martyrs her labyrinth of lies has been refuge.
Launching cries of liberty will not bring them back.
When can we conceal all the pain remembered in marble? Cold compilation of stone is the history the few wrote.
Ruinations you mend with the touch of your smile.
Dissent and the balance behind. I remain undone in a sanctuary made of sand.
Dr Anastasia Christou is Associate Professor of Sociology at Middlesex University, London, and Senior Fellow of the Higher Education Academy. Anastasia is a long-term committed academic activist, trade unionist, feminist and anti-racist. As an interdisciplinary critical scholar, Anastasia’s research and poetry transcend geographies and cultures in meaningfully seeking social justice.
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