Hélène Cardona: California Poets Part 11, Five Poems
Updated: Oct 8

Hélène Cardona
October 20th, 2026
California Poets: Part XI
Hélène Cardona
Five Poems
The Dream of Horses and Flooded Land
Beauty and flow pull in the water.
A leading mare follows
four unknown horses,
surrenders in trust, triumphant.
We’re here to turn our back
on reality, move things
where they need to be.
I’ve learned from eclipses,
sitting by the lake, tears watering seeds
at the edge of wonder and dreaming
violet, swayed by wind
and the Sun harmonics.
The blue Moon says,
I’m the memories of the universe.
Start with the premise all is dark
until two eyes peer from the unseen.
Inquisitive Life
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible
things before breakfast.
―Lewis Carroll
My elfin world
lavish, submerged temple
where amid storms and rainbows
all is forgotten
the ocean heralds
When the colossal wave arises,
the elephant will go on top
of the giraffe, and you will know
to breathe inside the hollow water.
And it happens at the Vernal Equinox
even if it’s hard to believe.
Hélène Cardona, from Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry)
Shaman in Residence
Halfway through the journey
she finds herself inside the whale,
confined to mull her condition over,
what led this far,
what lies behind the baleen,
what passageway to heed.
Memories transpire on the edge of iodine -
girl on a swing
deep blueness of lovers’ embrace
horses catching fish -
till ocean expels her on the shore,
diamond pain, weapon and jewel,
sea glass licked by the sun.
The way land greets her,
she enters this sacred
place called winter, elusive epiphany.
With a different face, liquid language,
she seeps into sand in search of treasures.
Hélène Cardona, from Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry)
Avalon
You would not have called to me unless
I had been calling to you.
C.S. Lewis, Aslan to Jill in The Silver Chair
So how are things in heaven?
The view is nice
with fairies in the garden.
A rose bears
lines from the Ronsard poem -
Je vous envoie un bouquet que ma main
Vient de trier de ces fleurs épanouies.*
The walnut tree of childhood
grows new branches.
Anna Akhmatova unleashes
all the water locked inside me
and I expand again.
The question creates an elliptic
consciousness, bridges past and present
till my words, Remember
I love you, blossom.
Hélène Cardona, from Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry)
*I send you a wreath of blossoms
And woven flowers by my hand gathered.
Breeze Rider
Every force of nature has a purpose.
I maintain the planet’s balance.
When people feel I’m here
they’re lifted.
Traveling through wind
one reaches places others can’t,
a matter of quality.
The goal is to let the mind flow
and not stagnate,
let it rumble like a river.
If one tries to keep a little piece,
trophy, illusion,
the whole is lost.
The mind flows through like wind.
Ride the breeze, lift into it,
a surprise each time.
Ride the wind drawn from sun
heating more reflective places.
Hélène Cardona, from Dreaming My Animal Selves (Salmon Poetry)
C'est comme ça
Like a pelagic blue-footed booby
flying through Patagonian rain shadow,
I travel over the fire road
to perch on the rock that bears my spirit.
In Cusco, Peru, I hold sky in my hands,
enter the Mouth of the Puma
between His teeth, into His head.
Billions of stars vibrate
a rhythmic timeless language.
I hear my mother’s voice echo
you’re all the sunlight
that’s ever been in my life.
In my odyssey for a place to rest
I trust I’ll find what I need,
an ancient sea full of coral reefs,
the promise of new beginnings,
a sanctuary built by God, a spot just for us
with wild geese and boundless reeds.
Hélène Cardona, from Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry)
Galahad
I took the sword, lay it on the bed
and said, I’m walking away.
Riding horses in the rain, I bless the past.
All dragons, sublime fragments
of life. A chance
encounter in the woods, delicate
potent and violent, the dream
a gift of healing. Oh, I am
Galahad and don’t need to search.
He carries the falcon on his arm
aims straight for the heart, hits
precisely in the center and leaves me
between tears and ecstasy.
I scrutinize waves for answers.
They raise themselves like ghosts.
Dolphins guide me
among whales through incessant
oceans of transformation
Galahad’s eyes reign over me.
Falcon returns and says, fly
with me, let the wind claim you.
Hélène Cardona, from Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry)
Author Bio:
Hélène Cardona is a multilingual poet and actress whose work explores language, myth, identity, and memory. She is the author of 8 books including the collections Life in Suspension and Dreaming My Animal Selves (both from Salmon Poetry), and the translations The Abduction by Maram Al-Masri (White Pine Press), Birnam Wood by José Manuel Cardona (Salmon Poetry), Beyond Elsewhere by Gabriel Arnou-Laujeac (White Pine Press), Walt Whitman’s Civil War Writings (Whitman et La Guerre de Sécession, University of Iowa), and Ce que nous portons by Dorianne Laux (Éditions du Cygne).
The recipient numerous honors & awards, including the Independent Press Award, an Albertine and FACE Foundation Prize, the iWoman Global Award, and a Hemingway Grant, she holds a Masters in American Literature from the Sorbonne, worked as an interpreter for the Canadian Embassy, and taught at Hamilton College and Loyola Marymount University. She received fellowships from the Goethe-Institut and the Universidad Internacional de Andalucía. Her own work has been translated into 20 languages. She is a member of the Parlement des écrivaines francophones.
The winner of over 20 film awards, Hélène has worked extensively in film & television. Credits include Chocolat, The Hundred-Foot Journey, Star Trek Discovery, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, X-Men: Apocalypse, Happy Feet Two, Muppets Most Wanted, Serendipity, Jurassic World, Emily in Paris, Now You See Me: Now You Don’t, Starfield: Shattered Space, and Upload.



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