Slavica Turinski-Lazić
Featured Image: Wielded © A. Anupama 2018

Silent army
slumbers in me
and slowly nods
through the mountain
lack of blossom,
but full of fumes.

And streams
a river, the life
and blood.

Of possessed horses
the strongest legs
will break the water,
scatter a glory of the land.

An imbroglio,
an obstruction
to curb by the rein
in absolute
freedom’s tandem.

I want—
you tonight
leave this town!

Look! In the distance,
in the colour of lights
all directions
of the world are yours.