Ilhan and Caroline – One

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

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