On Daisies

It was warm that early April Sunday

We ‘d set out to the coast on foot

Ignoring the mosaics

Shunning the churches

We headed east

Seeking swishing pines stood in sand

A first sight of the Adriatic

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Progress was erratic

Heading east for a beach?

My pigeon brain unable to compute

For me the sea is the English Channel, the Solent, the Western Approaches

South or south-by-south-west ingrained

So when we finally found the road “al mare”

It was time to rest on a daisy carpet

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We shared water

Unwrapped silver foil to take a snack

The pink-tinged flowers tickling our legs

You cross-legged, summer dress tucked up to bare your knees to Sun

I sprawled, pressed my gangly silhouette into the flowers

We two temporary distractions

To hover-flies and bees

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CLP 27/03/2020

Giardino Maria Luisa Fagnocchi Rava

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A fatica

Mi distacco da te

e nel pensiero

dell’ultima ora

ti porteró nel cuore

(M L Fagnocchi, Ravenna, fulgida d’oro)

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And finally

Amidst accumulated

Alpine snows

At the last hour

You open your heart to Love.

CLP 05/04/2018

 

In response to a rather challenging http://www.napowrymo.net challenge, i.e. photo, poem in a tongue foreign to the writer, interpreted in native tongue to the rhythm of the original.