Knaackstraße

Pictopoem by Tatiana Arsénie and Irina Moga

Frail hours in the shadow of the Water Tower.

Muffled clouds,

mixed with grains of sun

scattered under the traces of your steps on

Knaackstraße.

Sidewalks. Closed cafés at dawn

when tree branches are almost silenced,

caught

in the tapestry of whistling blackbirds

and the sirens’ choir.

Bicycle spokes, empty tables and – ahead -

cathedral eyes gazing at me

through stained-glass flutter.

My love for you – a secret hymn,

which I proclaim

from the balcony of a whisper

on this day.

This pictopoem was originally published in qarrtsiluni and is part of the book