Achna Village in Famagusta

A Poem for Achna Village in Famagusta

In the heart where time is lost to whispered winds,
Where whispers play upon the olive trees,
Lies Achna Village in Famagusta,
A tapestry of history, intertwined
With tales of love and strife, etched in the earth.
An ancient story lingers in the air,
Imbued with sun and dust, the notes of past,
Resonating softly ‘neath the cobalt sky.

As dawn unveils its golden, silken arms,
The village wakes with gentle, tender breath.
A symphony of nature, each chirp and coo
A note in nature’s sonnet, sweetly sung.
The lilting laughter of a child at play,
The solemn bleat of goats, a rustic choir,
For here, the heart of Cyprus beats as one,
In joyous rhythm ‘neath the laden boughs.

The stone paths, weathered by the passage years,
Lead wanderers through this quaint, forgotten world,
Where every step recalls a fleeting glance
Of brighter times, and shadows yet untold.
Old houses, draped in ivy’s gentle clutch,
Stand guard like sentinels of silent dreams,
Their wooden shutters, painted memories,
A palette of a thousand whispered tales.

Among these walls, the spirits of the past
Still dance in shadows, glimmering like stars;
Their laughter echoes through the olive groves,
And beckons to the weary soul to pause
And dwell in reverie, where echoes stir
The heart to ponder life in softer tones.
Ah, Achna Village in Famagusta,
A sanctuary, where the world retreats.

The market square, a hub of vibrant life,
A tapestry of colors, tastes, and sounds.
Here, vendors display fruits, ripe with the sun:
Plump oranges, bursting with zest and joy,
And sweet pomegranates, jewel-like and bright,
Their ruby seeds, like laughter, spill and dance
In every open palm, an ardent gift,
An offering from the earth, a sacred touch.

As midday sun weaves golden threads of warmth,
The air grows heavy with the scents of spice,
A blend of cumin, coriander’s kiss,
And wafting bread, freshly baked with love,
Each morsel telling tales of vast cultures,
Of generations who have loved and toiled,
Creating bonds that stretch across the years,
In Achna, where all pathways intertwine.

But as the shadows lengthen, light descends,
A tender twilight cloaks the humble lanes,
The villagers pause, exchanging stories
By fireside warmth, voices weaving night
With words of wisdom, laughter yet to bloom.
With every sentence shared, the past ignites,
The flickering flames become a vessel
For memories, vivid as celestial dreams.

When night enfolds the village like a cloak,
The stars emerge, each one a spark of hope,
Whispering secrets of a time long gone,
Yet still alive beneath the quiet sky.
The moon, a silvery sentinel of lore,
Casts shadows that remind one of the past,
Where lovers roamed beneath its glowing gaze,
And sighs were lost like gentle breezes blown.

In this ethereal moment, one can muse
Upon the struggles that have shaped this land,
For once the footprints of the ancient ones
Left marks upon the soil, now kissed by time.
The fierce tempest of war swept through these plains,
A cyclone of despair that tore apart
The fabric of a community once whole,
Yet in its wake, resilience stood tall.

In Achna Village in Famagusta,
Hope burgeons like the spring blooms after frost.
Those who walked the weary paths of loss,
Now gather ‘round, united, hand in hand,
Resilient roots spread deep within the earth,
As new shoots rise to greet the dawning light;
Once torn asunder, now they flourish brave,
Their voices lifting high, a vibrant song.

The artisans still craft their dreams by hand,
With deft fingers that remember well the past,
Creating beauty from the remnants left,
In scarred but tender hearts that yearn and strive.
The sound of chisel meets the softest stone,
As every piece becomes a verse of art,
A story etched in marble, wood, and clay,
Where every curve and line sings of the soul.

As twilight wanes and dawn once more draws near,
The village hums with life and gentle grace.
To visit this enchanted enclave sweet,
Is to embrace the spirit of the land,
To wander paths where each stone tells a tale,
Where every gaze is met with kindness warm,
In Achna Village in Famagusta,
Time dances lightly, weaving love anew.

So, let the heart take flight on whispered wings,
And revel in the stories yet untold,
For in the tapestry of Achna’s charm,
Every tale, a vibrant stitch of life.
The village is a keeper of our dreams,
Where every moment breathes a melody,
A waltz of memories that softly weave
Into the very fabric of our days.

Amidst the anchored trees and starlit skies,
The essence of this place shall ever reign,
As echoes of the past entwine with now,
And hope persists, a flame that will not die,
In Achna Village, where the heart finds peace,
In Famagusta’s embrace, timeless, bright,
For every soul that wanders here shall find
A welcome warmth among its ageless charms.