January 22, 2020

To Find Ourselves Do We Need to Lose Ourselves?

Anna Reid, 53

My world, my Greece.

The inspiration for these poems comes from my love affair with Greece and the Greek islands, which began over 20 years ago when I first went to live in Athens. The Journey takes us to the port of Piraeus, the main port in Athens, on a hot June afternoon. I am wearing my big floppy sun hat and about to embark onto the ferry which will take me on the long journey, and a new adventure to the holy island of Patmos. The poem Patmos takes the reader further on that journey and my discovery of an island that I have never been to before “A place where no one knows my name, my eyes or my ways” and the peace and quiet of an island where “people talk in low voices, and the TV is mute”. The Holy Island of Patmos is a journey many pilgrims make to seek solace in the quiet, spiritual, space of its Monastery and the Cave of St John. I can visualise both of these poems being read along to the strains of a soft bouzouki playing in a Greek taverna in a quiet corner of Patmos.