Category Archives: TATI’S POEMS

Oops!… We Did It Again (an Incandescent lamp)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015-2018

House of Cards ~ The one ‘Four Flush’ collaboration

We, girls, love fairy tales. Yes, we do. We believe in Prince Charming, Eternal Love, Happy Endings and Other Bullshit. We believe in ‘They Lived Happily Ever After’, of course. Who can blame us? You? And you too? Hey, you, go away!

For those staying… I’m happy to present my new collaboration.

Cynthia Morgan 
OMG… She is the creator of the mythical realm of Jyndari and author of the recently published epic fantasy, ‘Dark Fey: The Reviled’, which draws the reader into a mystical realm of primordial forests, magic and the lives of Light-loving and Darkness-revering Feykind. Can you believe it? Me neither!

I was brazen (and full of boundless self-confidence… as always) and sent my request about a collaboration to Cynthia. She agreed. Can you believe it? Me neither!

But it’s true! Cynthia is an amazing and kind person, very cheerful, very friendly and open to collaborations, despite the lack of time (Cynthia is currently working on her next book). So, I was among the lucky ones who got this opportunity to work with Cynthia. YAY!

Thank you, Cynthia! Thank you for your unique style and your odd sexy split infinitive.

What more can one say? Oh, yeah! This narration has 13 haiku (so scary, yes?)… and… it’s my first collaboration with a woman. Good God! Can you believe it? Me neither!

Cinderella

Artwork by Cornacchia

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog
under shining stars

Chance of Blighted Fate
Twisting all once Treasured
Sorrow Masking Love

My pillows were filled
with warm putrid leaves, peat moss
and innocent dreams

Then Chance Twisted Fate
Beyond all Expectation
Brief Moment of Time

…ball dresses for rats,
sweetest lullabies for toads,
glowworms in the hair…

Sweetest Enchantment
Beguiling Prince Dancing Fair
Beneath soft Moonlight

Grandma’ folios,
a philtre. Love is easy!
I took up the reins

Spinning in Moonlight
Whispers of Fairytale Dreams
Midnight bells Tolling

I rushed at full speed
to a tryst… A braking path
on wet fallen leaves…

Shared Oblivion
Deliciously Tempting
Moonlight Singing Sweet

Oops! Loud brake squealing…
The one boot lies on the road…
Where is my fair prince?

Masquerade of Fate
Time Beguiled by my Ruse
House of Cards, Falling

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog…
and spent all my life

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & CYNTHIA MORGAN
© All rights reserved 2015

Перелетные

…и вернутся они на поезде с юга в осень.
Из соленого моря нырнут в бетон и стекло.
Механизм на стене жестоко покажет восемь,
намекая, что воскресенье уже истекло.
А они, в коридоре целуясь, знают точно,
что увидятся завтра вечером у “Пассажа”.
И пойдут на каток. В кино. В ресторан восточный.
По большому счету, куда – им неважно даже…

…он едва не проспит, забыв завести будильник.
По дороге в офис застрянет в ужасной пробке.
После дня рабочего сил – открыть холодильник,
взять банку пива и пиццу в картонной коробке.
“Котенок, прости, но давай не сегодня, ладно?
Завтра, конечно завтра! А еще лучше – в среду!”
И потом говорит о чем-то еще нескладно,
порываясь скорей закончить эту беседу…

…она потихоньку снова становится стервой.
Замаскирует веснушки рассыпчатой пудрой.
Ведь ей в городском марафоне нужно быть первой,
это значит – быть взрослой, прагматичной и мудрой.
И пахнет она Саммер бай Кензо, а не летом,
не бегает по песку босой – шпилькой сверкает,
не идет к нему за помощью или советом,
а, кажется даже – теперь его избегает…

…перелетными после лета станем птицами.
Возвращаясь по осени с юга в холодный край,
мы летаем по улицам с серыми лицами,
забывая мгновенно про маленький летний рай.
Даже фото – вот то, нерезкое, с телефона,
где она Афродитой рождается из воды,
не задержится на экране в качестве фона,
проиграв голливудской улыбке новой звезды…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Portage

A man sags shoulders.
He bears a void in his heart…
such a heavy load.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Barbaric methods

You mildly murmur at me
that I don’t value things,
all these lovely expensive things,
that you present

I wonder why you can’t see
I have only one use for rings,
all these useless diamond rings,
to make them pleasant

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Happiness is just another angle of view. Please, let yourself be happy…

with love,
your Unbolt