A private sphere

A private sphere

True silence exists                                                                                                                                 in a bathroom only;                                                                                                                               it opens a space for inner turbulence,                                                                                   intimate musings, and the feeling                                                                                                     of not opted-for solitariness. Specially                                                                                             in the night you can be sad there                                                                                                       in a proper fashion; feel the towel                                                                                                  soft as a ghost when it comes                                                                                                          and goes drying the wetness under                                                                                             these eyes of yours scanning the mirror                                                                                         for answers not to be found in any reflection;                                                                         better accept you are alone in your flesh,                                                                                    until a flushing toilet and water                                                                                                rapidly streaming through the sink                                                                                                and into the drain bring you                                                                                                               to your senses and reassure you                                                                                                         to unlock the bathroom door into a world                                                                                       of noise; where rain will dampen your face again,                                                                       but rain clouds will give shelter                                                                                             covering your red-rimmed eyes.


(Published in The Wild Word, Issue 41, The Long Summer Nights, July 29, 2019)

About Trackking

SVEN KRETZSCHMAR is a poet and writer from the the southwest of Germany. He writes poems in English (and, rarely, in German) and absurd short prose in German. Aside from writing, he sometimes expands his creative work to painting, drawing and book illustrations. Sven Kretzschmar is a poet and writer from the southwest of Germany, who has read Philosophy and English at Saarland University (BA), Modern and Contemporary European Philosophy in Luxembourg (MA) and Medical Ethics at UCD (MLitt). His poetry has been published in the OTwo magazine of UCD’s The University Observer, the catullan, Skylight 47, and Coast to Coast to Coast, Ropes, and The Wild Word among others, and he was awarded 1st prize in the Creating a Buzz in Strokestown competition 2018. Further work has appeared with Poetry Jukebox in Belfast and is forthcoming Smithereens Literary Magazine and in several anthologies from Irish publishers scheduled for autumn 2019. Sven is the illustrator of Grimwig and Bert Borrone’s Perpetual Motion, both authored by Bert Hornback, and the editor of Think Pieces. Food for Thought (a festschrift). He is the current acting chairman of the German-Irish Society Saarland and a former coordinator of the European Federation of Associations and Centres of Irish Studies as well as of the Leuven Centre for Irish Studies.
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