​Solstice by Martin Schwarz

​The queen of the azure dragonflies 
Sends her intimate regards
And extends an invitation
To the solstice festivities

The dress code
Is humming with silky wings
And gleaming reflections
Put on your nettle cloak
That eats your patience
And burns through your calm
But shields you well in fine fettle

Remain in silence
Don´t wake up
The delegation of sirens
Willow tentacles brush your face
She oversees
Your fall from grace


Martin is a young author whose drawer supply of poems has outgrown its dimensions, so he decided to start sending them around. Since his job in biomedicine is very evidence-based and scientific, he ventilates by writing poems and rock songs and by singing, screeching and moving in the choir of Prague´s RockOpera. He sings and plays the guitar in a metal band called Porcelain Shards.