1) What do you think of the poetry circles/societies in Cyprus as compared to world circles online? Are other poets supportive or jealous in Cyprus?My personal opinion Cypriot circles of poetry had very high standard so it can not need to compare with any one.
2) Does history find its way into your writing? How do you reconcile time and place in your prose?
3) Is there a national character to poetry in Cyprus? How does your poem "The Illusion of Faith" find itself in that tradition?National poet in Cyprus is a man which writes mostly in the Cypriot dialect and his name was Vasilis MIchailidis, God blessed his soul. .The Illusion of Faith in my poem found its way into the Cypriot tradition which demands keeping your self-respect. So you can look everyone in the eyes without shame, even if that makes you miserable and it's times you cry when you realize it was only an Illusion of what you were dreaming about.
4) What is "The Illusion of Faith" about? It has both sentimental and deep longing, with a sense of forgiveness. The lines, "The heart carried the pain all alone willingly / with the decision to keep / the perfect picture of you / with the illusion of keeping company / as you know well / willingly you stay absent" has both the ideal sense of the loved one and yet it conveys a shattered hope. How does the moon capture that feeling in this poem?
5) You are at work on a novel. Is it a different process for you stylistically? Why not a book of poetry instead?
6) What are your writing habits? Do you prefer a schedule?My writing habits, use to do it during working hours which were 15 hours every day 364 days of the year .My first novel as I work less hours I put a goal to write one page a day and I finished in 18 months!
7) What is on your current reading list? Does anything you are reading relate to your writing as well?
ILLUSION OF FAITH.
The moon is feeling sad
As deprived of eros smile
That one that made your face glow
when you looked at it in the moonlight
The falling star never made true
the wish to ever be together
When it falls it gets lost like our mad dream
which was never to be
Happiness ends there and then,
When our love has gone with the wind
and disappeared.
The pain is mourning in silence
but the smile still hanging
on the upper lip without touching the eyes
The heart carried the pain all alone willingly
with the decision to keep
the perfect picture of you
with the illusion of keeping company
as you know well
willingly you stay absent
without goodbye
Thank you for the publication of my poem Maroulla
EFFORT
The window of mystery
where iron bars close it shut
Arts and heart come along.
Very decisively
they open it for us.
Inside, hidden treasures that calloused hands /
with effort and perseverance
with zeal and with passion
bring here the stars.
Maroulla Panagou
20-5-2024