My Zephyr

By: Sıla Mertöz

“Zephyr,” is the name I would give to my lover,

As I, standing before you, am the pianist and he,

Is my tailor, the dress he made is on me.

Adjusting my dress his hands will hover

Over my legs like a gentle breeze,

He can look up to me and breathe

Out, as he finishes the dress for his lover.

You see and hear both of our art and only call me

An artist, I do not think this is fair, since

He cuts through the fabric just for me, like no other.

As you can see, in your invitation cards, my name,

Next to his, as the contributing artist of the day,

I have called this recital “My Zephyr,”

For him today, it is now his time on the stage

Too, as he will get inspired by my music to create,

A new dress on the mannequin. We get inspired by each other,

That is why we feel so complete.

“Come on honey, it is showtime, the audience will listen to me,

But watch you, my fleeting wind, my lover,

Show them how you can create your own art piece,”

Ladies and gentlemen, it will be in your presence

Tonight, my latest piece, dedicated to the unseen creator.

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Sıla Mertöz is an English Language and Literature graduate from İhsan Doğramacı Bilkent University, Ankara. She is a big daydreamer and loves to explore different realities. Her short stories and poems, including her latest “The Sixth Compartment” in Death Rattle Oroboro Magazine Hallowzine edition, and “My Zephyr,” get inspiration from her dreams and nightmares.