Hélène Demetriades – three poems

The tenderest offering

Morning rises
from the softest bed,
the tenderest of offerings
you can put your arm
or body through

No captain at the helm
to navigate his way,
no boat gliding us,
just a spontaneous
unfolding pouring
as the heart of all things

And silly scarecrows
dew drenched
in their fields
stiffen in rusty futility
at the sparkling
cackle of life

The world is a music box

The world is a music box
wound up with a universal key.
Birds call
traffic drones
people chatter.
Each town, each land
its own signature tune,
while the silent heart
of the earth
thrums through it all

A life of papers

A life of papers
in my hands
Reams of years
held to account
Frothing white
and shredded loose,
bulging in
the black trade dust bin.
Father’s script is
characters blown apart,
like my mother’s ashes
in my hands
that caught the wind
and flew away

Hélène studied English at Leeds University, trained as an actor, and later as a transpersonal psychotherapist. She lives with her family in South Devon, and is soon to be published in Reach Poetry, The Dawntreader and Sarasvati, (all Indigo Dreams Publishing).


6 thoughts on “Hélène Demetriades – three poems

  1. Robert Nisbet September 18, 2017 / 9:07 am

    I really enjoyed these, Helene, particularly ‘The tenderest offering’, with its boldness, extravagance and joy.


  2. floweringink September 18, 2017 / 10:31 pm

    Beautiful work; “a life of papers” is particularly moving.


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