I take my fevered anihos to The listening tree, where By the creek, I sit under Foliage that low hangs On a mighty Blackwood Above me, the birdfeeder Swings in melancholy time Seeds glow in my garden And red finches chirp of A love that is not forbidden The dark bark is humming I’d bury my sorrow alive But my sorrow has bones, so I hold my grief close to brace Myself for the expected In the blink of God’s eye Hidden from village giants I tremble where I fall Alone in the dirt A cruel gift of obscurity *anihos is the Greek meaning for anxiety
Fotoula Reynolds is a writer of poetry, born in Australia of Greek heritage. She lives in the Dandenong Ranges in Victoria and finds inspiration in the nature that surrounds her. She convenes a poetry reading group in her local community and regularly attends and participates in spoken word events in and around the city of Melbourne. She is the author of three poetry collections and is published in four Australian anthologies. Fotoula is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.