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Ioana-Alexandra Popa, 30 years old, is participating in the 6th International Literary Creation Competition, from Iași, Romania. We are grateful for the participation and wish her success.

Enchantment

In this 
amber dream of quietness,
the Sun ascends eagerly,
with the promise that
he will never forsake us.
A disarming rapture
takes over,
as the shroud of mist 
engulfing the earth 
is cautiously fading away.

I am basking 
in the dawn's embrace
and wishing 
I could
arrest this moment.
Collapsing at nature's feet,
my soul surrenders –
the clouds 
are racing no more
on the sky of my mind,
and the loud 
drums of my heart
are silenced.
I find myself
in a painting;
the stroke of brush
defines the Morning light, 
when the tints of my soul
are most vibrant.
The breeze sends
a white shiver 
across my spine,
with millions of spiders
weaving webs on my ribs – 
and weaving me
into the sunbeams. 

The birds adorn 
the crowns of trees
with masses of wings,
spreading and fluttering
zestfully.
Their song echoes 
throughout my halls,
shaking their foundation
and carving itself
into my marrow.

I close my eyes 
and I can feel
the gold pouring over me –
they will never
behold the same Dawn again.
 

In the Blink of a Soul

Gazing upon
the color of one’s eyes;
such depth 
in every single shade
captured between eyelids
and imprinted on the iris,
flickering like distant stars
and governing galaxies.
Forests, oceans, storms 
confined between eyelashes, 
never to escape.

Majestic, unfathomable, bewildering. 
How they change 
according to 
light or disposition.
How they betray 
sentiments.
How they utter 
unspoken words
and cut the air
with uncharted scrutiny.
How they wander on distant 
hills of contemplation.
How they rain and 
convey rainbows.
How they storm 
and transfix.
How they curse 
and haunt.
How they caress
and nurture. 
How they pierce hearts
and untangle minds. 
How they ignite blood
and make pulse race.
How they do not look away 
when looked upon.
How they imprint
on a mind
and become eternal.
How they open and close – 
for a night or forever.
How they throb 
with curiosity and wonder.

How they turn into 
the epicenter 
of one’s world…

 
Golden Wrath

This unforgiving Sun 
casts a blinding light,
cutting through clouds 
and dripping lava 
from their wounds. 
Adamant executioner,
he flays us with 
searing whips of fire,
stripping our flesh 
from all hope
or memory of rain.

Burning eyes,
parched mouths
and minds gone mad,
swarming in this furnace
and scouting 
for a shadow – 
while grinning heat 
floods our lungs
and boils our blood.

This fierce Titan
shows no mercy, 
scratching the earth
with claws of fire
and engulfing
the very Life
he forged.

A kingdom of ash,
with the Sun as its ruler.