A poem by Denislav Dranchev (9th)
Orange sunset
on that day we met
lest I forget
since then I’m yet
…
to see those eyes
though I’d hate for them
to see my cries
and how I’ve grown numb.
…
How I shake
please hold my hands still
like always, take
them and squeeze tight until
…
I awaken
from this dream,
but now forsaken
how I scream
...
and curse this world
without you,
and lay curled
with no one to turn to.
...
Long road,
on both sides flowed
those flowers – signs which bode
bad, so I was told,
…
red spider lilies, where
we parted ways,
you know, I went there
and waited days,
...
for your return
the warmth of your embrace,
now replaced by a searing burn
in my chest and face.
...
Black clouds
above the dirt where you lay
black crowds
mourning your last day.
...
And from that soil sprout
those flowers red
without
you I feel dead.
...
So pretty
they are, I’ve grown to hate with time,
I pity,
those flowers with a fate like mine.
...
So can I too like them bloom
even atop a tomb
of the one whom
I loved to doom?
*This poem revolves around the red spider lily (lycoris radiata in Latin, therefore the name of the poem), otherwise known as the flower of death. It’s known to bloom in and around graveyards and some myths say that if you see spider lilies on the road when parting with someone, that would be the last time you meet them.