Mud

In her second poetry book , "Mud" , Halide Yıldırım calls what comes out of the desolation in her first book and disperses into the present, dreams and memories as "mud". At this point where he establishes his poem, historical background readings offer the reader a road map that begins with the poet's journey towards humanity and his own roots, passing through childhood, womanhood, clay, sand, fire and mud. In this inner journey, it can also be said that at the crossroads where the poet stops, his poems are worked on as intensely as if he were baking clay tablets, blunt and closed.

While looking at the world and humans through existential belongings, from identity to hybridity, and what he calls "cultural DNA"; In his lyrical poems, which he says with an imaginative, simple language and expression; scientific left view of the world with modern aesthetics; He tries to bring nothingness together with historical materialism.

MESOPOTAMIC

That bloody shirt is mine
Mesopotamian!

Grandmother. Grandmother. Grandmother..

They plastered the gap in my mouth with clay
You Yerevani, Sumerian slave
Lapislazuli, glaze tablet inside…

Your hair falling on your shoulders
Because it touches the mountains...

Leaving the hand of a son with a violin
you went!

I ripped you off the rugs...