IOANA IERONIM

Charms


snowdrops have pierced through lingering ice
gypsy girls sell basketfuls of them
in the street

snowflakes entangled in sunrays,
a soupcon of spring

a pomegranate from the Garden of Eden
has rolled at your feet

words radiating from under a stone
on an island which is there –
as much as King Arthur’s

tempo di minuetto

a wisp of wool that hasn’t been spun
has stuck to your heel

this day, out of all, for you
to pirouette away

as dreamlike and inexplicable
as when you stepped in

*

how many times did we listen to the same story as children
and wanted to listen again, all over again
as if in the meantime something might have been changed
though changed we didn’t want it

as if we looked for the spot where we might intervene
and stop the wolf, the dragon and the witch,
wipe away Death for good, with a leaf of the beasts’ weed
with a drop of living water that we had in our power

but when we tried to step across the threshold
the magic vessel would split and brake and hurt and vanish

and we absolutely had to listen to it once more
we had to try
again

Florentina Yvonne Penciu

Ioana Ieronim
 

Farmece
 

ghioceii au strapuns gheata lanceda
tigancusele vand cosuri cu ghiocei
pe strada

fulgiii de zapada prinsi in razele de soare,
o farama de primavara

o rodie din Gradina Edenului
s-a rostogolit la picioarele tale

cuvintele radiind de sub o piatra
pe o insula aflata acolo-
la fel de tare ca tempo di minuetto

al Regelui Arthur

un smoc de lana ce n-a fost inca tors
s-a oprit langa calcaiul tau

azi, pana la urma, pentru ca tu
sa faci o pirueta care sa te duca afara

la fel de fantezista si de inexplicabila
ca intrarea ta

*

copii fiind, de cate ori n-am ascultat aceeasi poveste
si voiam sa o auzim iar si iar
de parca s-ar fi produs o schimbare intre timp
desi noi nu voiam schimbarea

de parca asteptam momentul in care sa intervenim
si sa oprim lupul, balaurul si vrajitoarea,
sa invingem Moartea, cu o frunza a buruienii bestiilor
cu o picatura de apa vie pe care o aveam la noi

dar cand am incercat sa pasim pragul
vasul magic a crapat si s-a spart si s-a tanguit si s-a facut nevazut

era musai sa-l ascultam inca o data
trebuia sa incercam
iar