Theme: St Ignatius’ Day, name given to the day of December
20th, when Romanian peasants sacrifice their pigs for the winter holidays
feasts.
Special
Prize Romanian Monthly Kukai December 2015
St Ignatius’ Day -
no trace of footsteps in the snow
towards the old sharpening stone
Daniela Lăcrămioara
Capotă
The poem’s sobriety increases
as St Ignatius’ Day is just an excuse for someone’s thoughts on seeing this day
belonging to the past. The whole lively atmosphere of confusion and full of
emotion related to the event depends on the participants to a profane ritual. The
snow in the courtyard we are watching is no longer touched by any trace of
footsteps, the tenants have long since disappeared and there is no one left to
perpetuate the ancient tradition. The old sharpening stone used for cutting
tools is left to get rusted pointlessly. Of course, the loved ones with their
way of life are gone now, but the way the sadness of this loss is recorded is
discreet and muffled. (Corneliu Traian Atanasiu)
First
Place
St Ignatius’ Day -
sharpening the knives
mother- and daughter-in law
Violeta Urdă
Second Place
St Ignatius' time -
on the knife’s blade
bloody sunset
Dan Iulian
Third
Place
St Ignatius' morning -
getting lost through the smoke
all the stars
Vasile
Conioși-Mesteșanu
Fourth
Place
St Ignatius’ Day -
covered in tears the book
"Three Little Pigs"
Mihail Buraga
Fifth
Place
in the morning fog
a twinkle from the knife –
St Ignatius’ Day
Grigore Chitul
wiped furtively
off the frozen
face
tears on St Ignatius’
Day
Gabriela Marcian
St Ignatius’ Day -
even dad’s hands
stained with blood
Letiția Iubu
Sixth
Place
St Ignatius’ Eve -
only in granny’s yard
fresh snow
Gabriela Vlad
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