Xanthi Hondrou-Hill studied German Literature and Linguistics, Journalism at the University of Hohenheim and Public Relations Management at Klett-WBS, in Stuttgart. She has worked as a multi-lingual teacher, journalist, public relations manager and translator for poetry. She is writing poetry since high school and her poems have been published in many prestigious media and international anthologies around the world.
Three blue poets
fill our life
one singing the blue from the sky
the other the waves of the sea
and the third whispers the wisdom of the wind
No matter to which shores the poem takes us
with which clouds we want to travel
with the wave of a blue scarf
or the white sail of a boat
the wing of a plane
there is always the wisdom of the wind to carry us
To reach the shores of dreams
with flowers, pebbles and sea shells as treasures.
The nights were we talked at blue tables with friends
or on the phone miles away, listening to the tide
The fun we shared travelling in a rental car without lights
on an island looking to avoid a monastery
and ending up spending the day there in the arms of a Saint
bringing with us healing oils and sacred water
The paintings we discovered in the small museum, in our faces
and on the street corners looking down to the sea
feeding a foreign hungry artist at the little coffee shop by the seaside
We didn’t exchange letters and alphabets like our ancestors
didn’t care if the numbers were Arabic or Greek
didn’t even try to find common ground
because three blue poets, a painter and a musician
filled our life
with the waves of the Mediterranean…
Shopping List
When you come
bring me
salty almonds
spicy green jelly babies
a big blue pottery jug
and from the baker
the crumbs
of his optimism.
Poetry in this post: © Xanthi Hondrou-Hill
Published with the permission of Xanthi Hondrou-Hill