Smaragdi Mitropoulou (Greece)

 
Smaragdi Mitropoulou (Greece)
 
Smaragdi Mitropoulou was born in Athens. She has studied history and archeology at the University of Athens and had postgraduate history studies at the University of Cardiff, in Great Britain. She serves in secondary education. She is also a Creative Writing graduate (Diploma in Creative Writing) from the Writers’ Bureau College (Manchester, UK), and has studied theater writing at the International Theater Institute and directing at the Foundation of Culture in Tinos island. She is a member of the Greek Association of Literary Works and the Association of Greek Writers of Five Continents. She has been honored twice by the Fictional Larry Niven Prize for Literature ( “Fantasy” category). During Panorama International Literary Festival 2020-held in India by Indusscrolls Press in cooperation with Writers Capital International Foundation- she was honored by the Panorama Youth Literary Award 2020. Also, she is Programme Coordinator of Writers Capital International Foundation. Up to now, she has written four books, which have been published and launched in Greece. One of them, “One moment just an eternity”, has been translated in English and was published in 2020 by Ontime Books in Great Britain.
 
 
SUPPLICATION
 
On paper I inscribe words of supplication
to long forgotten gods.
Shadows around me are trying
ancient prayers to remind me.
How can a soul calm?
It hears… it feels
tears and weak breaths.
Oh deities of my old ancestors
I wish I could relieve all agony and pain.
On paper I inscribe words of supplication.
 
 
 
SILENCE
 
My hours of silence are screaming
words never spoken
and truths hidden in a mirror.
My hours of silence are screaming
for the life I never lived
for everything I imprisoned
in a secret corner of my heart.
My hours of silence are screaming
for a dead dream
for the rain that soaked my existence
for a tear left
at the corner of my eyes.
My hours of silence are screaming.
Can anybody hear the scream?
 
 
 
BARSAAT
 
I am expecting you…
my colourful bracelets are rumbling
while I dance under the sky clouds.
You will come to me-I can feel it.
A word only: Barsaat
at the time of rain.
Barsaat
and dancing never stops.
 

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