The Cypriot

Cherry

The Mother - from 'The Cypriot' - a novel

Extract from the novel 'The Cypriot' by Andreas Koumi
Cherry

An ode to Aphrodite - from 'The Cypriot' - a novel

Extract from the novel 'The Cypriot' by Andreas Koumi

An old man died yesterday

An old man died yesterday. In hospital. In the bed next to mine. Neither of us wanted to be here. He got away before me. He wouldn't eat or take the pills the nurses gave him. All he did was lay there.

At yonder village

At yonder village, mother dear, Up by the church just past there, My poor heart has been broken by A widow's lovely daughter. Please, mother, go and seek her out. Look in the upper district.

Belief

Moslems, Rastas, Humanists So different you're the same Budhists, Atheists, Catholics So pure you're all to blame Agnostics, Sikhs So happy you're sad Orthodox Greeks So good you're all bad

Breeze

I would have liked to be a light breeze, So I could always get close to you. And I would never let a small fly, Hristinu, my girl, not even once to you get near. Nor a mosquito get to bite you,

Come girl

Come girl, and let us look at your black eyes full of wonder, That throw those fiery flames out as if they were alight. And if they grab my poor heart and tear it all asunder, Just tend to me, my lovely, my lovely, and let me nurse it right.

Compromise

Have you been down our street? It's called Compromise? A two-way street. Some went one way, some the other. Left-Right. East-West. They said we could meet in the middle. Only we never did. Too much noise and pollution. Need and greed. In the hour of rush.