Serena Malcolm

It’s easy to find love in a book,
Kismet never reads more poetically.
It’s true granduer seems veracious.
It’s enchantment seems like a gift voluptuously made.

Neverendingly
baiting my need for escape.

“What do you desire?”
My pneuma pulls me keenly, pleasures me knavishly.

“Yes, yes” it casts a sultry spell.
“Yes, yes” it lures
and I stay in there,
safe.

Today’s NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo was this:

“Write a poem that […] reacts both to photography and to words in a language not your own. Begin with a photograph. Now find a poem in a language you don’t know […] Ignore any accompanying English translation […]. Now start translating the poem into English, with the idea that the poem is actually “about” your photograph. Use the look and feel of the words in the original to guide you along as you write, while trying to describe your photograph.”

I chose a poem but Latvian poet Janis Elsbergs, which you can see below:

And my photograph is this:

It also helps that I am a bit of a bookworm, so the feelings expressed are real!