You go hunting for metaphors,
that rhyme
with your ideas about the world.
Behind every syllable lurks a trap –
one more step and you’re hooked
trapped in predictable meanings.
Slowly
from keeper of consonances
you imperceptibly become a keeper.
You are yet to rediscover
the harmony of dissonance.
Natalia Nedialkova
translated from Bulgarian by Dessy Tsvetkova
Picture Joan Byrne
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