Rachelly Abraham-Eitan /Active Magma /A tear was stuck in the throat Of the Robin Red-breast./ /Silenced her song. Her vertebrae of the spine// Strengthened themselves / To carry the weight / Of the forest's specific gravity/ And its risks./ Up on the shoulders / Of the Andes / Active vapours/ Testify to the bubbling magma/ In the heart of the mountain./ The red-breasted bird// Spread her wings./ In: The Blackbird Poetry, 2017.
An Island Of Nuture / Rachelly A. Eitan “The rest of life is wisdom or foolishness/ And you have the choice”(Lea Goldberg)// The miracle of nature's creation/ By the virus/ On which we have heaped all evil / taking place on the threshold./ A park in the city’s heart/ Like an island of nature/ bustles with diversity of birds and colour./ The fragrance of blossoms// And multiplicity of plants’ species/ Are paradise close to home.// The Daasa-Krakowian dance/ Of the birds, two by two/ As a parable in reverse to humans/ Breaking connections after closure/ Stifled their love’s virus / How can Eve flowers/ In man’s imprison of ego/ Which expands as a viper's venom/ Dismantling her love./ The Corona virus/ Did not gnaw away at the heart’s arrogance./ The lesson of Corona/ Is at the breach of its second wave./ In: Daasa-Krakowian and the Corona Dance, 2020.
©Rachelly Abraham-Eitan The Andes Mountains We climbed the high ridge./ We touched the sky. The internal green of the rain forests/ Coloured all thoughts an iridescent turquoise / The guide searched for birds/ Through his binoculars./ We heard a chirp steadied our cameras/ But saw nothing./ In my country, I've counted thirteen different / Species of birds in just one day./ The main thing is that/ Not one single mosquito stung / My netted skin./ The swallows’ long tail fluttered/ Trapped in the leaves/ Of a blood-red flower./ Its scent confused the senses/ And the body in turquoise thoughts / On a bed of leaves/ Was Conquered. / In: Daasa-Krakowian and the Corona Dance, 2020.
©Rachelly Abraham-Eitan The Depth Of The Water / Can you understand?/ The depth of the water/ Is some two thousands meter./ Small islands like pinheads/ Grow from the land/ Into the ocean.// I understand./ Pins grow from the heads of words/ Like a multitude of islands ripped/ From the heart and its shame/ To the dry land of the ocean .// Then a bridge is built from dry words/ Between the separated islands./ In: Daasa-Krakowian and the Corona Dance, 2020.
Rachelly Abraham-Eitan/ The sea Laps at the shore of the body/ The sea laps at the shore of the body/ Packing up the sun at its edges/ A suitcase of clouds is sinking/ Into the exposed horizon of wanderings.// Time is plucked in a suitcase of worries/ Exceeding the baggage allowance/ Overwhelming the heart-rate/ Distorting its heart-beats. // The sea laps at the shore of the body/ Packing up the sun at its edges/ A last chance to land/ To jettison the suitcase out to the waves./ In: Daasa-Krakowian and Corona Dance, June 2020.
©RaChelly Abraham-Eitan/ The taste of an apple/ From the apple’s heart I extracted/ The root of all evil./ I peeled away its thick skin/ And covered it with honey./ Lord, open/ A new heaven to my lips!/ ©In: Tomorrow the Tangles will Unravel, Amazon and Path of light publishing, 2018
The legend of the shell/Rachelly A.Eitan©/ In fractions of pink light/ On the peak of very high mountains / In the last watch of the night/ Venus arises from her shell/ Whispering a woman’s legend:/ /I will be your ocean,/ If you will be my shore/ Writing upon it a legend of love/ Being recreated anew from the rib/ In warm, soft sand/ Creating in you a paradise of waves/ Breaking gently on the rock/ To the purity of the shore/ To the bliss of the body/ To lap the light/ Of the rising storm / In the tunnels of the soul/ In the dances of the body/ And silence the shivering of the water/ With a touch/ As the sea’s edge kisses/ The shoreline// If you maintain love’s purity/ Call my name/ And I will arise to you from my shell /
Rachelly Abraham-Eitan/ ©Pigeons on the porch/ In their beaks devouring/ The cyclamens/ From the garden of my old house/ The home that was abandoned/ By unjust ruling.// Fractions of their stems/ Are carried by the storm/ Landing on the paving stones/ Like parts of a corpse / in a horror movie. // Now the hailstones/ Shock the remains with blows/ As though the pain was not sufficient/ The pain of displacement/ From the root of the place/, From the place of the root.// The white wings doves / Left droppings on the porch/ Cutting Branch after branch/ From my flower pots./ ©In: Daasa-Krakowiak and the Corona Dance, June 2020.
Hope/ Words: RaChelly Abraham-Eitan/ A good memory, please give us / Sunrise in our eyes,/ A comforting morning in the window / Was shattered like dreams of a widow. // The plot got tangled up / Not in fairy tales / Where is all the mercy? / Of the time for amnesty? // Remove evil from different worlds / Fear, worries and all our pain words/ Sow faith and security in us/ Until the light shines in our hearts// A good memory, please give us / Sunrise in our eyes,/ A comforting morning in the window / Was shattered like the dreams of a widow. // Flow light in the streams of our bodies/ To break the locks of time worries/ Where is all the mercy? / Of the time for amnesty? // ©In: Almost Home, Shvile-Or and Emda, 2024/