Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić was born in Podgorica, Montenegro in 1979. She is a professor of English language and literature, and a passionate writer of prose and poetry for children and grownups. She participated in poetry festivals and competitions and her work have won prizes and acknowledgments in Montenegro and worldwide.
Aleksandra writes in her native language and English, and her stories and poetry have been published several times and translated into Italian, Spanish and Chinese language. In 2017 she started a literary project in order to promote the importance of reading to children and starting from May 2021 she is a member of the national Association of Montenegrin authors for children.
The night is falling over the water,
turning the view into a black curtain
with golden dust.
I am loosing my mind over old reflections
of the moon, dispersing the fears
like the golden rust.
Life is slow here.
And the air is humid
so tears often go unnoticed,
and the words get lost
in the waves,
sent from Poseidon in protest.
I slowly die in your arms,
I drink the wild air
like I used to drink wine.
I toss and turn in
grave of olives,
waving to sun that never shines.
Poetry in this post: © Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić
Published with the permission of Aleksandra Lekić Vujisić