a poem by Ilhan Çomak and Caroline Stockford
Light hits the seas within me. The questions are immense. It's like freshness is rising from fine climates Like I'm gathering flowers, gathering countless pleasures from touch. Breeze is blowing from the future. My breath corrals the excitement Remind me of the law of the wave, fluent and formidable. Let life become new! Let hunger rise up, from just-made bread and the thought of poppies wet by new rain grow clearer Your lip is red with the taste of a first kiss bring new fires with your body, I'll wash myself anew. The sea's law is made by its wave, it turns back to wildness the green glass surface, waves run far from origin, to abate on the sand, they return, depleted. We call to one another from our white wooden boats, I look for you each time I crest a ridge. You are there, and children write your poems on the beach. The bell of a first kiss is on my tongue, I have forgotten everyone. I've grown deaf in this world of war cries. I need the sea and your dazzling. With poems we fling a lasso at sky. Suddenly I'm flying. Yes, life becomes new.
First stanza - Ilhan Second stanza - Caroline By correspondence between Brisol and Silivri Prison, April 2020 translated from Turkish by C.Stockford