
remember blue skies
languid pines, dappled hillsides
cynical east wind?
~
CLP 17/02/2022
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
remember blue skies
languid pines, dappled hillsides
cynical east wind?
~
CLP 17/02/2022
is this Italy?
pine trees, clear sky, sickle moon?
yucca's frost needles
~
n.b. Come, take me away from here! To Italy for spring showers, steaming pavements and warmth of the morning sun.
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CLP 04/02/2022
chairs edge round
tracking the high Sun’s arc
across the piazza
blue pierced by medieval tower
the cafê name
Italian
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CLP 29/05/2021
We at tower top
blue mist lines of distant hills
Il duomo bells
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CLP 05/01/2021
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
.
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
.
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
.
CLP 27/03/2020
As the net tightens
Masses mobilise knowing
Love can cut the mesh
.
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CLP 12/01/2020