From The Last Divided Capital In The World
Childhood memories of sandbags,
and barrels against barbed wired brick walls
barricading the way to the unknown.
The spoken of in choked up breaths.
Displaced throats echo into mouths
born generations after. And after.
Something about sirens
and hiding under the kitchen table.
Young eyes postcard the mountain range
knowing that this, too, is home.
Louiza Lazarou is a Cypriot poet. She has worked with Megan Falley’s Poems That Don’t Suck community and workshop. You can find her poems in Anthropocene, Sledgehammer Lit, and This Unreal Country. You can find her on Instagram at @floortimewithloui, Twitter @louiza_poetry