My Name is Dominika – Author Don Beukes


If my icy stare startles your pitiful glare,

it’s because of my empty living tomb –

My internal eternal gloom.


Let my lily-white complexion not divert

your eyes from my shameful family

connection – As his pursed determined

lips harden with each painful grip.


If my Siberian glinting orbs conjure up

tales of icy warmongering wars, then

drown in my lifeless fading frown –

As we guard this forlorn beastly town.


Don’t be fooled by the pristine homely

ordinary facade, rather try to hear my

beaten beating bleating bleeding heart –

For my traditional pristine pressed dress

hides his painful camouflaged cursed

carnivorous caress – Each daily chore

ends with his vodka vomiting lustful

roar, this beast whose once saintly

heart is no more.


Here, deep in the Magadan region in

remote Siberia, I am stripped from any

remaining human criteria – This wretched

gulag labored hellfire hellhole, my heart

now fossilized extinct charcoal. Charred

by an incestuous deranged relation – My

childhood no ordinary formation. His

fork his daily pitch, a reminder of my cursed

creation – His wrathful armageddon orchestration.


My exterior symbolizing my cultural

failure, my absent saintly savior.

I bear unseen blotched tokens, my

liquid hate daily thickens – My shame

forever unspoken, as I yearn for freedom

from this soulless heathen.


Never again will I hear sweet motherly

cheer or a living infant dear – Only fiery

fear from a twisted relation dear. No-one

to guide or kindly steer – You will find no

hot blooded human here, only unimaginable

abused marble veneer –


So if you hear a story of brave souls

out to seek her, tell them it’s me –


My name is Dominika.


© Don Beukes


Excerpt from the book “The Salamander Chronicles”

don-beukesAbout the Author

Mr. Don Beukes is a retired teacher of English and Geography. Originally from Cape Town in South Africa, he grew up in the shadow of Table Mountain, always aspiring to achieve the best in life, despite living in a racially divided country. He lives by his favorite motto ‘Carpe Diem’ and endeavors to seize every opportunity in life to make the most of each day. This also filters through to his poetry, attempting to adjust our moral compass in our ever-changing global village. He enjoys gardening and is a keen amateur photographer.

Visit Don’s Author Page At:

Categories: author

Tags: , , , , , ,

1 reply

  1. The Author was beauty in your Writing and other topic that you have. Good Writing. Love Belinda


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: