Restitutio – a poem by Maria Stadnicka


I covered my face with black ink
rounded all my possessions up
and set fire to everything
at the top of a hill.

My burning hand waved at
imaginary maps
disturbed the fish and the seed
with a silenced echo.

And God came in a poem
with a fresh loaf.
Just us now slicing the crust
to the end of my days.

Maria Stadnicka is a writer, freelance journalist and lecturer. Winner of 12 Romanian National Poetry prizes, she worked as a radio and TV broadcaster. She lives in Gloucestershire, England. Published poetry collections: O-Zone FriendlyA Short Story about WarImperfect, Exitus. Further details about Maria’s work and portfolio are available on her website

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