Anthurium Red Flower


My heart bleeds,

Still hear your voice.

So lovely, so softly

It sings...


Whales and Dolphins

On the waves of emotion

Full of Sunshine flies

Toward on silver horse of an Ocean of your kiss.


Keep me in your sweet palms

In palms of your heart,

Like enormous coarsened pack ice

You're stuck in a dungeon of

My bleeding heart.


Fly, fly like a falling star,

Star, comet and the moon, Leaving the crops in the night Sky fields in swaths,

Dressed in sadden attire

of my grievous soul.


You are my night cradle,

For my heart's singing Mother.

Orioles, Dunnock, Owls

And Cuckoos...

Their wonderful singing

As a child swaddled me.


But under a red sky is

Your fenceless island,

With a farewell spring clouds

Crystal waterfalls and

Lakes of many tears.


My heart bleeds,

Still hear your voice.

So lovely, so softly

It sings...


By the dawn is near

The scales fell from my eyes,

But my heart's still bleeding.


Igor Starov





Masquerades of Imagination

In four acts.




Table of  content




Act 1. The throes of childbirth.

Act 2. The Man of Sorrows.

Act 3. Exequies.

Act 4. Through the night woods of my dream. Postlude....




(All'ultimo uditorio)


Take a journey

Into imagination,

Those distorted

Sculptures of thoughts.


Thorns of the Rose

Entwined the Reality,

By ludicrous carriage

Rides our tomorrow.


Divine Worship....

Spiritual Odyssey....

Oh Mother,

Please pray for us !!!!

In front of

Cricifixion Cross,

I'm standing on my knees

....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)



Act 1.


Just see how lyrebird

Flying among trees and up

....to turquoise sky,

Feel the gravitation....

The Motherhood Attraction....


The nightingale song of Eros,

The luscious smell of verdure,

Will-o'-the-Wisp, the lust....

Silver birch groves and the widowed willows.... teardrop....

The child has born


Windswept trees weeping

By the golden fields windrows,

Young mother, she wound her arms round the child


Silence.... (Pause)


- Now you hear the violin

crying ?! - This is the child wake-up....




Act 2.


Harmony of the Earth....

Liquid mirror lochs....

Under lock and key's

Thy heartache castle.




Oh Mother,

Please pray for us !!!!

In front of the cross,

I'm standing on my knees

....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)



We are given up for lost

Making the sign of the cross,

On behalf of goodness

The Evil One occured and

Crossed our minds...


The old broken life clock

Starts ticking.... ticking like the river, from which my goodness flow and dies at sea, like

Widow's teardrop....




Act 3.


Madonna Lily

Reduced me

To tears.... It's enough

To make the angels weep....


Gravestone eyes were

Watering by my flower,

It's sorrows.... a far away land.


Our suffering old Mother Earth,

Please forgive me !!!!


As white as a sheet

Under us she has a shield,

By the sun at day

and the moon at night she

makes sheep's eyes.

Sheeted rain is like

Wearing shawl on your head,

You are wrapped in our

of the golden hair

Existentialism fields.



Sheet lightning in

the night sky,

Thundercloud playing

a medieval shawm.... We are

wrapped up in slumber....


Divine Worship....

Spiritual Odyssey....

Oh Mother,

Please pray for us !!!!

In front of

Cricifixion Cross,

I'm standing on my knees

....and pray !!!! (Heartsore)



....and the river of goodness

has channeled its way through unhallowed rocks....




Act 4.


Travelling through

The night woods

of my dream,

The moon lead

You by the hand,

By the hand of

My lachrymose amour.


A breath of fresh wind

Will largely embrace,

Nearby you'll see

a meadow full of

Inflorescence.... and

Sotto voce will mourn....

- Oh ! - Yes, you'll be sottish

and.... will take a deep

breath of inspiration....


Silvery night's

my bonny princess,

Nocturnal owls

will sing to you

romances on the leafy,

branchy oaks.

A blades of grass

murmuring by the morning

dewdrop, a meadow

sown with a camomiles and

demure' daisies spread a

splendour carpets to

silvern hand-painted sky;

A sorceress moon turned

into an eagle,

laid down the wings,

preparing herself for sleep....


- Can you hear the rustle

of deciduous trees ?! - It's mine

sorrowful spirit shed tears

by the pouring rain.... (Pause)




The dawn slaughtered

the sky, making a fiery scar.

The flowery sky

turned into a murrey muscat

pouring vine over....


That's my awakening !


I opened my eyes,

but it was a

deep night and

the moon "Her Majesty"

shined into my eyes.




The end.


Igor Starov




The circle o' time


The unwritten verse

of my brood on uterine arose.

The smell of herbal blanket,

Inaccessible day walls.

And the rainbow

Overarch you as welcome

as flowers in may

Rose with your smile,

Summer lightning wink...

Someone will praise

to the skies.


Igor Starov






Under pledge of secrecy

Skim over morn clouds,

The moonlit night fell into

Despair; Inhabitants as

insects came over an urban pollen, an auld countess Death

inserts inharmonic.

In this playlet of the wooden babes, which entwined in dreams among the floral tributes, babbitry still stand mute of malice.


Igor Starov





The world of fantasies,

Azure peace ant quit,


Toward the icon

A monk apothegms synodic.


In the dark grow evening,

The crimson dusk,

Under feet their swan-song

The leafage hymn.


By a silvern thread Stigmatized with the cross

The curst pattern weaves

The envious spider - old chap.


Of the christ's eyen's - Almandine - of a cherry wine - pomegranate hadst measured at a glance the distant.

By the culpable inquisition knot the crescent moon radiated in the scrow.

In the hands of oure

Mother-Earth, God Knows !

Ik shal die...


Stealing thru the woods ant glades... wol never gaze to oon's herte's content...(at)....


Igor Starov





By a wave of the unbounded luck, laves herte's crag,

so hertefelt's thy loken.


By a thousandth cicadas chants... the ruddy sky....


Thore... of the weeping birch's grove, by the monastery... an apricot tree mourn, wher...

a silvern popler by the river cries bitter tears....


Wol take a step... by a hard frost bussed the 'vale of woe', round the fountains - of the crystal water droplets; ...


Igor Starov