Immersed in blue and gold
Sleepy nuns gently scurry
Under sultry beeches’ silence.
From grey lightness of churches
Stare images of death,
Beautiful shields of great princes.
Crowns shimmering in churches.
A horse emerges from a well.
Flowers’ claws haunt from trees.
Boys imagining dreams are playing
On a quiet evening there by the well.
Girls are standing by the gates,
Looking fearfully into colourful life.
So their moist lips are trembling
As they wait so by the gates.
In a wave of bells, swimming are sounds,
A march and the guards’ shouting blast out.
Strangers listen in hallways.
In the blue of organ – sounds.
Light instruments singing.
From bunches of garden leaves
Beautiful ladies’ laughter spreads.
New mothers’ silent singing.
In flowery windows
Wafts homely scent of incense, lilac and tar.
Blinking of tired eyelids
Drizzles like silver through flowers in windows.
English translation: Paulina Ohar-Zima