"A word can light up the darkest corner within us." 

Am grateful that one of my ekphrastic poems has been published by The Ekphrastic Review. 

Rothko on a Motherless Night, by Blanka Pesja - The Ekphrastic Review 







Ode to Virago

I am your general

Not a woman to your heart

My blood mouth mulls over

the edge of the known world

To horse! I command


The fluster of rudeness flares up

Broadcasting impairment

Tongue tied trampling at the oxblood sea

Our minor bruises correlate

My injury corresponds

Let’s keep in touch with the offense

Hold your horses, I command

not to be aware of my heart as it closes


Blanka Pesja

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