The sounds of crickets echoed,
the warm summer flew away in a whirlwind,
the whistling of a burning core rushes into the house
where the little princess is sleeping.
There was life, innocence was taken from mother’s milk,
that froze in a concrete coffin,
a gray smoky avalanche arose,
the spot turns red and wet in the corner,
take away, O God, the enemies into the rotten pit.
Poem by Vyacheslav Konoval
Vyacheslav Konoval is a Ukrainian poet whose work is devoted to the most pressing social problems of our time, such as poverty, ecology, relations between the people and the government, and war.
His poems have appeared in many magazines, including Anarchy Anthology Archive, International Poetry Anthology, Literary Waves Publishing, Sparks of Kaliopa, Reach of the Song 2022, Diogenes for Culture Journal, «Scars of my heart from the war», «Poetry for Ukraine», «Rhyming», «La page Blanche», Norwich University research center, «Impakter», «Military Review», «The Lit», «Allegro», «Innisfree poetry journal», «Atunes Galaxy Poetry», «Ekscentrika», «Mere Inkling», «EgoPhobia», «Fulcrum», «Omnibus», «Adirondack Center for Writing», «Lothlorien Poetry Journal», Revista Literaria«Taller Igitur».
Vyacheslav’s poems were translated into Spanish, French, Scottish, and Polish languages.
His poems also have been read at meetings of various poetry groups, including Newman Poetry Group, Never Talk Innocence, Voicing Art Poetry Reading for Ukraine, Worcester County Poetry, Brussels Writer’s Circle, and Poets Anonymous May Middle-Met, Brett Show by Andrea, the Manx Bard group, and Allinghman Art Festival.
He is a member of the Geer Poetry Group (Wales) and a member of the Federation of Scottish Writers.