One day we will see each other
On this same line,
Our backs crossed,
Tired and cold,
As we leave late from here.
Rubén Alabarce (Salobreña, Spain, 1985) holds a degree in English Philology and is a certified tour guide, a background that has strengthened his connection to the cultural field. He currently works as a secondary school teacher. He has published the poetry collection El polvo del telar (Talón de Aquiles), and his poems have appeared in the international magazine Santa Rabia Poetry.
URU
URUBrass tongues, sharpness.
Those search for a palace
Built in bitter clouds.
We have done it.
From the syllable, censure.
From the word, a cut
At the wounding tip.
Lick me, swallow me.
Coronate me: counsellor
Of your longing, of our
Fainting.
Breathe. Force every corner of the lip.
Baste a slit
To be called a kiss.
***
SHELOB
Dark thoughts
Mourn me around York,
Crouched behind the doors
Of the minster.
We met in memorial gardens
With the intention of fleeing
The long shadow of Shelob.
Shall we lie to ourselves?
I have found here
A thousand other lives, without you,
Black sheets
That wove consolations.
Right: love yourself more
Than to fight for ashes
—extinguished by Cytherea—
That will raven us.
We learn to go on.
One day we will see each other
On this same line,
Our backs crossed,
Tired and cold,
As we leave late from here.
***
ARACHNE
Run away, Arachne.
You sew
With bitter thread
Your own daggers,
Which dye red
Your animal instincts.
Enough, Arachne.
Daughter of dyes,
Do not embroider
The bare bodies
Of warriors,
Gods,
In veiled love.
I, Minerva.
Cruel goddess,
I spin a halo
Under a divine judgment
Of condescension:
Your absent tongue,
My fair punishment.
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