Tamar Zhghenti, the internationally recognized Georgian poet, has graciously accepted to be the Rainy Day Healing inaugural Poet in Residence.

Georgian-born and now residing and studying English Language and Literature in England, Tamar Zhghenti is a poet, medical graduate, and English as a Second Language (ESL) teacher. She is the co-founder of two former youth literary clubs in Georgia, a playwright for the Theatre Higia of the Tbilisi State Medical University, and a member of the international musical theatre project, “Keats the Musical.”

Together, Tamar Zhghenti and I – Martina Nicolls – have presented papers at two international William Shakespeare conferences (one on medicine in Shakespeare’s plays and one on the bard’s depiction of ageing) and two international James Joyce conferences (one on the Paris residences of James Joyce and one on the influence of Molly Bloom’s soliloquy in contemporary music). The conferences, in Tbilisi, were hosted by the Tbilisi State University and the Georgian American University.

Since 2022, her poems have been published in Georgian periodicals, with her poem “Soldier” selected for the Georgian-Ukrainian anthology Sow the Wheat, Ukraine published in the German language by Klak Verlage, Berlin, 2022. She won the title of Special Guest in the international spoken word poetry competition, “Antibabylon.” Together, we continue to work on the English translation of Alexandre Kazbegi’s iconic 1884 novel Khevisberi Gocha.

In April 2023, the English translation of her poem “War has a woman’s face” is published in the United Kingdom in the annual print book of the Leicester Literary Review. Also in April 2023, Intelekti Publishing in Tbilisi, Georgia, is releasing her debut poetry collection called Gulp down the sun.

With a rich background in medicine and the cultural arts, Tamar Zhghenti is perfect as Poet in Residence for Rainy Day Healing.

I proudly present two of her most recent poems, “Revelation” and “Solo” – both shortlisted in the 20-30 age category in the South Yorkshire Hive Young Writers’ Competition 2022/2023.





You deserve to know this, and here is the truth:

It was born neither during a celebration in a crowded square,

Nor during execution on the scaffolds.

It wasn’t given birth by a lump in one’s throat

Nor by a blissful teardrop.

It wasn’t born while looking at the opened cage,

Nor when the dungeon door closed,

Hard to accept, but it wasn’t born in the face of inevitable death

Or in the wake of a miraculous cure.

Certainly not before or after the war.

The ultimate sacrifice is no parent to it,

And it is no child to a huge gain too.

It wasn’t born in high hills or by the ocean.

Climbing the peak has nothing to do with it,

Nor has hitting rock bottom.

Freedom as a desire was born

In your room, at your place,

When overwhelmed with chores,

You chose to sit down instead,

Looked out of the window and thought,

It was high time to set everything aside and recall

Why, as a little child,

You laughed in the wind and ran from bush to bush.


So fervently I yearn to perish

As if I were a bored immortal, sick of eternity.

In the meanwhile, the truth in the night sky is scattered:

“Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.”

Here it is! The first photo from the Webb space telescope –

A cozy glasshouse of unknown galaxies.

The light never captured before, the sight never-before-seen.

“Great, Kid. Don’t get cocky.”

What of it, though? Conquer it or be conquered by it, at the very most!

As if we ever cared for more than a conquest of new worlds.

Oh, how zealously we’d start the star wars!

“Do or do not. There is no try.”

There are days, when I feel pretty self-disgusted, you know?

I start to curse those naive outbursts when I wish to die

Be it before a deadline or after an unresponded call,

Or while breastfeeding my baby again and again at night;

Or for a cancelled flight, for an uncooked dinner…

“A thousand generations live in you now. But this is your fight.”

Goodness, gracious! I’ve been hungry for death as if it were a juicy dumpling –

If only I could bite and slurp it!

Oh, silly me! – Forgive me, forgive me – I start to howl –

What the hell did I ever want?

Let the sea swallow it all, let the fire consume it all,

Let it all be reduced to ashes after me!

O, what an ass am I! What a shame it is to cease to exist!

How do people allow themselves to die? Never and never!

These aren’t the droids you’re looking for!”

What is it to become of the universe without me?

If I’m dead, how can they survive – The Great Bear, The Little Bear?

Do people honestly believe the stars don’t care about us?

Take a look at the telescope picture of the doomed star then –

Doesn’t it look like the ocean erupted through a volcano?

The colours of ash and fire surround the watery blue.

Doesn’t this picture remind you of the floating dots in your newborn’s eyes?

Congratulations, you’re being rescued.”

Oh, come on! Please, spare me the teaching on

How vast the space is and how tiny human beings are!

The universe was made to let me be and to let you be –

That’s what the cosmos, the bright odyssey written on a dark palimpsest, was made for.

Yes. The universe continuously expands

Just to save the human being, this stubborn cosmic moth,

From burning its wings of earthly reason on celestial flames.

“You must unlearn what you have learned”…

So fervently I yearn to live forever,

As if I were a mortal being with inevitable doom ahead.

When in fact, there’s a photographed truth on a platter:

We are luminous creatures and not this primitive matter.

“May the force be with us!”

Tamar Zhghenti: Facebook

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Tamar Zhghenti and Martina Nicolls, London 2018


Tamar Zhghenti and Martina Nicolls, London 2018
Tamar Zhghenti



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