Helen Bar-Lev, Immagine & Poesia

“WHITE SOLSTICE” (poem)-“SNOW IN THE OLD CITY OF JERUSALEM” (painting) by Helen Bar-Lev, Israel



BOOK, snow in Old City J-m

White Solstice

If I were a sailor
I’d write a poem
about the forlorn song
of fog horns

If I were a pilot
I’d write about
the blinding whiteness
of clouds

As an Inuit
I’d describe the snow
in a thousand words
of white

If I were an elf
I’d tell about
the gossamer wings
of fairies

But I am a woman
white of hair
remembering past winters
on this solstice day

C 12.2014 Helen Bar-Lev

Helen Bar-Lev, Immagine & Poesia

“The Season Sings a Song of Autumn” poem and painting by Helen Bar-Lev, Israel

BOOK, Autumn in J-m


The Season Sings a Song of Autumn

Squill gone
crocus now
a toad croaks
herons hover above the Hula
a snake pauses,
slithers into crevice,

on the rocks
hyrax scamper
escape hawk

at five night encroaches
rain approaches
a bat flaps utterly silent
silhouetted by a full moon
breaking off now from the mountain
like a balloon released from its moorings

the willow is old and leafless
its limbs a skeleton
in the garden
the old cat buried beneath it

the clementine drops its fruit
the grapevine withers
apples, harvested, depart for market

and we, white of hair,
creased with wrinkles,
wait for winter
like the willow
like the cat

C 11.2009 Helen Bar-Lev