Mykonos- K.J. Koukas

Background to the poem:

I recently went back home for a wee break. I was sitting out on our balcony and just enjoying the evening and watching the beautiful sunset. My mind was wandering (as it usually does) and the birds were chirping. Before I knew it this poem surfaced in my head and I quickly wrote it down before it decided to disappear. Hope you like it!

 

Mykonos – K.J. Koukas (April 2017)

Why! Have you seen
Anything so supreme
White and blue is the theme.

Far ahead windmills can be seen
Olive trees around make the scene
And let us not forget
Donkeys walking through the streets.

Come morning…

Cats and pelicans walking side by side
Talking about the days gone by
Fishermen preparing their morning catch
While locals sitting and having a chat.

The sun shining
And the sea glistening
As if small pieces
Of a mirror are sparkling.

Now come evening…

The sun is tucked away
Gone to sleep for another day.
The moon comes out
And settles for the night.

Out comes the night sky
Glowing with starlight.
Shooting stars ahead
Make a wish before it is too late.

Listen!
Crickets are singing their song
While night hunters are running along
Discovering a whole new world.

Look around and behold
For I believe
I have found paradise
In this part of the world.

Wondrous Land- K. J. Koukas

Background to the poem:

To be quite honest with you I have no idea where this poem came from. I was at the park with a friend and I was just gazing into the distance. I just love autumn, with the leaves falling from the trees. The orange  yellow colour. While I was processing the scene in front of me, a poem or two I read a long time ago came to my head and inspired me to write this. I hope you like it and it is not too terrible. 

Wondrous Land- K.J. Koukas [October 2016]

Behold this wondrous land.

The sun shines
And the flames flicker
The moon glistens
And the stars glitter

Lakes lay quiet
As the water sleeps
Wood crackles
As the fire heats.

Listen carefully
What is that you hear?

As howling wolves release their cries
There is a voice in the wind
Travelling from afar
Whispering tales long gone by

Behold this wondrous land
For it seems it is a fairyland.