by Mišel Boltres
This evening smells like incense I am standing before the icon of Saint Nicholas On the threshold of a new night and prayer In the depths of my soul, I wonder: What kind of people have we become? The Lord is watching us all And time still serves us well But I see that it is raining – those tears of God According to us, they fall less and less Is the time of drought coming? And what else do the wicked hope for?
Mišel Boltres, who writes under the pen name Michell de Boltres, is a Serbian author. Besides writing, he is also a Manager, Honorary Doctor of Literature, and Moderator of cultural and artistic events. He writes classical poetry, haikus, short fiction, and notes and aphorisms. He has published four collections of poetry and two verse picture books for children. Represented in more than 400 collections and 14 anthologies, he is a member of writers’ associations and several literary associations in the country and abroad. Besides, he is among the founders and president of the Art Club “Raskovnik”, Smederevo, Serbia since 2009, and the founder of the international literary event “Despot’s Oath” in Smederevo since 2014.