MAGGIE SAWKINS

Bronzefield
 

Sounds like a place that once
was torched
by the breath of a god,

but more likely it was built
on a field of corn,

this building with high red walls

where you’ve finally
been netted,
my mutant butterfly.

When I come to visit
they search my mouth.

Mihaela Roxana Bocicai

Maggie Sawkins
 

Bronzefield

Pare un loc ce odata
a fost mistuit de focul
suflarii unui zeu,

dar cel mai probabil a fost construita
pe un lan de grau,

aceasta cladire cu ziduri inalte si rosii

unde in sfarsit ai fost
prinsa in plasa
de un fluture mutant.

Cand vin in vizita
imi cauta gura.