Galina Italyanskaya, 42 y.o., from Russia. Galina graduated from St. Petersburg Pediatric Medical Academy
in 2000 and then studied Molecular Biology at Saint Petersburg State University, but now she works as an English teacher.
She has written poetry since her student years. First in Russian, and ten years ago she composed her first poem in English.
Thanks to poetry Galina found many good friends all over the world. Some of her poems were published in poetry anthologies,
such as “Poets Unite Worldwide” by Fabrizio
Frosini and “Our Poetry Archive” by NilavroNill Shoovro.
The Crown
Kings of the earth, don't be so blind!
Don't lose your poor mind!
The crown of Death is shining bright,
His mantle spreads behind.
Its scarlet baize with black and white
Has covered the world.
Kings of the earth, do stop your fight,
Wars in the name of gold!
While the pandemic's splashing wide,
The globe is getting sick,
You, cunning people, keep in sight
It makes your foes weak.
For people's lives without sleep
They're fighting night and day,
But “six feet under” is too deep
And late to keep away.
You want to benefit from it
Just to secure your thrones.
Kings of the earth, restrain your greed!
You're dancing on the bones!
Still, it's not you who calls the tune.
Get real! It's not your ball!
Nobody knows, but maybe soon
Your own crowns will fall.
Dancing Tree
Winter, winter, come again!
Bring a snowfall in the dawn,
Clothe the forest in your gown,
Bleach the conscience of a man!
I would flee to pray for us
From the town in the dusk.
Much to say and more to ask...
Icy silence - broken glass.
Through the forest white and still,
By the river sleeping tight,
Skiing in the ghostly light,
Sliding faster down the hill...
Childish dreams of fairness,
Freezing breath around my face,
Starlight, piercing through the space -
Cold is nothing, dark is less.
I recall a dancing tree
By the ski track long ago
In the moonlight, in the snow
Always naked, lone and free.
If it knew the fate of mine,
I would beg to tell me why
We must live in lies and die,
Cannot catch each other's eye.
But the snowfield of my past
Has been swallowed by the town,
And the magic tree has gone -
No more dancing, no forecast.
Beware of love that you cannot touch
Beware of love that you cannot touch with your hand,
No matter how smart and beautiful it appears.
You fall in there and build your castle on the sand.
Be cautious, or you will end up in bitter tears.
A lonely stranger, you’ve lost your road in the dark.
If only you met a signpost or saving light,
The warmth of a friendly shelter, a humble shack
To take a little rest and break through the night.
The sky above would be empty without the sun,
The moon, and the twinkling sparks of the other worlds.
But here they are to continue their endless run
And show the way and kismet to young and olds.
They highlight what is around and who we are.
We raise our heads and stare at them from the mire…
You follow me everywhere as your guiding star.
But I’m just an ignis fatuus, foolish fire.
Oh, crazy guy, you are breathing with your mirage
And who am I to advise you to hold your breath?
It may be fatal, you are half drowned in the marsh...
Yet there are things more important than life and death.
You carry on. You’ll never give up your way.
You tread your path regardless the type of soil.
Who knows, maybe all the suns are to lead astray,
While foolish dreams are to save your tenacious soul.
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