Gordana Rusinkov Marković
Gordana Rusinkov Marković was born in Kostolac, Serbia, but spent her childhood in Šibenik, Croatia. She started writing prose and poetry at an early age. Besides writing she was also inspired by painting. After graduating from the Faculty of Economics in Belgrade and working on responsible job position in Jugobanka a.d. Belgrade, she returned to writing and painting more actively.
After more than 10 exhibitions of paintings, she decided to devote herself more to writing poetry.
Her poems have appeared in Serbian and international poetry collections and have been translated into English and Romanian.
She participated at festivals in Serbia and received diplomas and acknowledgments for her poetry. She is member of various Poetry Associations and she wrote several poetry book reviews.
Her first collection of poetry Echoes was published by the Serbian Art Society from Belgrade in 2019, and she hopes that her new poems will be published very soon.
She lives and writes in Belgrade.
Belgrade, Serbia
Call me
Call me,
When you are in a deep desolation,
Tired of fatal strikes,
Then, when you think you sink
In a muddy river, without returning,
I will be your comfort in the morning
And in the dark nights,
The light of the prayer of hope and faith.
Call me,
Even when you are happy,
When your sky is more blue
And closer than I am,
And then when the goddess of fortune
Seduce you and makes you go crazy,
Not offering salvation
In case you fall into the hopeless abyss,
When everyone leaves you and forget.
Then, call me,
I’ll be with you,
For you,
You’re only, dearest consolation,
To heal all your wounds,
Receiving them with love
Into my heart and soul.
The river
I drown my thoughts into the brightness of the river,
Water swirls quickly emerge from the mysterious bottom,
Carry me involuntarily, drag me into the underworld of darkness,
Into the strange labyrinths where man had never walked,
Whispering magical words.
They spring afresh and I try to grab water with my palms,
But it slowly disappears between my fingers.
The circles in the water play an endless dance again,
They shine playfully,
Stealing the heat of the sun and the colors of rocks and trees,
For a moment turning into a rainbow…
And then-
Disappear with a guttural, hissing sigh in the ground,
Which swallows everything like a devouring monster.
Remaining drops of water sparkle in my palm,
I tell them my wish and let them join
The other traveling drops and their mother – River.
