Restitutio
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 Friendly, A Short Story about War, Imperfect, Exitus. Further details about Maria’s work and portfolio are available on her website www.mariastadnicka.com
