Poem Of The Day: Mykonos Mirage

Art is everywhere. This series reveals cultural inspiration from country to country, written down one poem at a time. From churches in Spain to cobblestone paths in Italy, here is the perspective of a poet on the go, observing everything from drips of paint on the sidewalk to ancient monuments scraping the sky. Perhaps we are all more alike than different . . .

Calamari fingers digging

            corkscrewed ocean, mussels

like purple cracked unibrows, directionless, worming

                        rum showers rumbling

            gyro stomachs spidering

evil eye winking wise in the deaf ears of forgotten orange doorstep cats

                        yo-yoing indoor nautical lights

bar static ferociously meowing

            CDs crackling one at a time, one song after another exploding

like lemon-mouth smiles

                        how we buoy like cherries not on top but on the surface

how looking out at this ocean, tidal feet forward

never rips like a river ahead

never struts like a stream gushing backward

because blinking eyes can never jump on the thread of a Greek sea necklace

of pearls untied, rock guts leaking

                                    rope combing the hair of undertow

                        toeing numb feet under ancient ground

anchors as swords

spearing pupils unknown

            a seaweed salted scarf

around the neck of wind


Amanda Dettmann


Amanda is an avid traveler who calls Maine her home, but her favorite places include Amsterdam's Christmas markets and Shakespeare's Globe in London. She is passionate about poetry, theatre, and teaching writing to kids and adults with disabilities. She thinks the best part of traveling is hearing strangers' incredible stories. Her ultimate mission? To find the tastiest cappuccino in the world.

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