| Magnificent City
with your towers up there on the hill!
With your tremendous hovering walls,
with your slate roofs, mossy moats,
your drawbridge and the fiddling
of your troubadours.
Two in a nasty
fight for restaurant leftovers!
My white eagle reports to me,
my dove listens and tells.
the valley in wind and sand
the horizon is lost.
Luxembourg! Knights in
menacing armor. Godfred of
Bouillon, Halmar of Williamsburg
and their paisley flag.
torn between slaty rain and dusty
heat. Matter brought
across Bosporus, drunk from
afar in the Saleph.
planes watched from above
and missiles rushed through
the sky trailing exhaust.
Gliding into the next age.
Is this inevitable?
From the Medieval Series
Thinking of Barbara Guest in Siena
but sincere and luminous in gold leaf
and almost, almost Giotto's bar-like eyes
Johannes Beilharz, born in 1956, writes in German and English, translates and paints. He currently lives in Stuttgart, southern Germany. Publication of poetry, fiction and literary translations in magazines, e-zines and anthologies. A collection of short stories was published in Germany in 2003. Johannes' website, which focuses on international literature and art, is here.