June 23, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Anahit Arustamyan



Hi, Sky!


An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.

The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard’s.

I am an old owl spellbound by nights.

I am a young swallow with love in my heart.

I jump over the clouds’ shoulders somewhere high.

The woods are not forever of the owls or mine.

The clouds don’t forever bind a spell to the swallows’ minds.

Hi, sky! Leaves are born in buds.

Sky! You look down but they look up.

Neither nights nor days are forever theirs or mine.

Owls are birds but they don’t fly fast.

Swallows fly miles but they don’t dive.

Fish dive but the waters are not forever theirs or mine.




The Frozen Dove


Hey, world! I dare to ask you if you noticed that lonely dove on a white path.

It didn’t have a shelter but it had something warm in its tiny brain.

The winter was frosty with its crystal chain.

Which snowflake may have a fear to fly like a crane?

A crane hardly meets a winter anywhere.

Cranes knit their roads instead of their nests.

Hey snowflakes! I dare to ask you if you took the dove somewhere else.

The winter was frosty and the dove’s wings were in laze.

The dove’s nest disappeared but who knows why and when.






Anahit Arustamyan

I was born in Yerevan, Armenia on May 21, 1963. After finishing high school, I started my studies at Yerevan Engineering University, graduating in 1985. I was so deeply interested in literature that I focused all my attention on poetry. I published through Lulu and Amazon, and my creative works are included in many poetry anthologies and magazines. My works include My Wandering Muse, My Lyrical Tongue, and The Phantom’s Dolphin. I also published a print book in Yerevan in 2009. The Queen Of Metaphors was published on August 6, 2015. My Intoxicated Ink was published in 2016.


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