Wild is the Wind

      Wild is the Wind Tame me with your broken heart. Embrace me with your lips; – You have been all things to me. In the innocence of love; In the dusk of dreams; – You have been all things to me.   © Maria Fokas 2016/All Rights Reserved –Altered Illustration by M. F. Continue reading Wild is the Wind

Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law by Maria Fokas / Photograph by Martin Hanley And though it seemed that anything could go wrong, That everything would go wrong He looked into my eyes, and claimed he saw lines of red in the brown He said hazel, I said brown . . . He counted my smiles, and spoke of inspiration He asked me; where inspiration comes from  – No, not from the Gods, I said, But from a painful longing that cannot be marked Where touch is absent, and words feel mercy, And comfort never comes too soon © Maria Fokas 2014   Continue reading Murphy’s Law

The art of losing

POEM OF THE WEEK – The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. … Continue reading The art of losing

On Seeing Semele

On Seeing Semele  By Martin Hanley  Dedicated to my sister Marian, who died on the 25 th of April 2013. Surrounded by the living, Semele walks her path alone. Safe now from Decadron that bitter-sweet antonym has come undone. Semele bloated and beckoning; a turgid Styx, a melanoid sun. Gentle hazel in the moonlight like glistening pools they haunt me as wheezing gasps echo in the room next door but one. Semele, still waiting as three sisters weave and their eternal thread is spun. Her short-term; your long-term in a rain-soaked pastel hospice; her senses now numb. Syndromes and charts masked … Continue reading On Seeing Semele


In the brevity of life, we deal with the absurd Wired through our days, a hope The breeze and everything that is – I want to be A hidden myth that love is suspended – In the unsustainable flaw of time What dominant species we have become Loss is inevitably disturbing me Genuinely unexpected, but no revelation when it comes It drops into view leaving a mark in its path What was previously latent is now everywhere to be found I hear the perfect patterns of your heartbeat The precision of its rapid increase, as you touch me Do the … Continue reading BREVITY

A Song to Call my Own

A Song to Call my Own by Maria Fokas A song to call my own . . . You asked me why I love you And a fear of wonder came to mind If I tell him will he flee? But then again how can I hide The most important thing to me? Is it the way you count my smiles – Is it the way you hold me when I cry – Is it how you make me feel alive – Is it how you promise to protect me – Is it how you let me be free to … Continue reading A Song to Call my Own

Somewhere to Begin

If there ever was a song which simply and completely whispered our story to the world – it would have to be this one – Dedicated to the man who came into my life unexpectedly and changed my world forever. . . Somewhere to Begin by Maria Fokas  I will love your ways  – But at times, I will be difficult and selfish in my need for your presence – I will upset you and drive you mad sometimes – There will be days I won’t understand you – And there will be days you won’t understand me – You … Continue reading Somewhere to Begin