A POSTCARD FROM VENICE

If you were here, my darling, we would drift the canals in a gondola, and
Watch the sun dip behind the Saluté,
Sip an aperitif at St Mark's Florian's while a hundred bells toll at noon, and 
Feed the pigeons in "the greatest drawing room in Europe"
Under the friendly stare of the wingéd lion.

I would give you a courtesan's handmade golden mask,
aigrette feathers waving on your brow, and
Buy you delicate gloves in the finest of leathers.
Drape you in damask and chinese silks, while we
Search for a rare Fortuny gown, folded and pressed in miniature pleats
Supple as silk to drape your slender body in the elegance of a by-gone age.

Visit the fish-market to hear the banter of the locals,
as they haggle for the sea-creatures from the lagoon; then
Mark the stately cruise liners drifting across the bottle-green sea,
As the moto-scarfi fuss up and down the Grand Canal.

Fingers interlinked, we'll stroll the winding streets,
as we cross the humpbacked bridges.
Then watch a funeral barge decked out
in golden ormolu speed to cypress fingered San Georgioni 
for the service for the dead.
And picture you against the Doge's palace,
outlined in marble and gold.

Catch a boat across the shimmering waters to dinner at Torcello's Cipriani,
Find images of medieval mosaics still vivid on the wall.
Where a hornéd red devil forked sinners into the flaming pit,
and the godly rose to the welcoming arms of St Peter.

 
Returning in the splendour of the sunset.

Barbara Durlacher

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Erna

Deliciously sensual!

2007-10-20

Louis

Vivid imagery.  Transported me.  Engaged me. I could see the pictures in every word. Thank you for this lovely poem, Barbara.

2007-10-21

Mandy

Clearly you have been to Venice Barbara.I have not, but after reading your poem, it feels like I have. Thank you for the armchair tour - it is vividly written!

2007-10-27