Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Italian poem, No 2.

Piazza della Repubblica

Rome by night
the arching blue-black dome
above the roaring screeching endless noise
and glaring lights illuminating rain
fragmented images and flashing road
and swirling hissing spraying water
and the noise
and in the midst
a brazen nymph back-lit against the streams of gushing diamonds
blithely bathing in the fountain.

©    Tamsyn Taylor 

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