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Venetian Black
Pass down crumbling alleys
Approach the canals
Gondolas carrying dead goddesses
Their hair trailing in the water
Hooded figures at the helms
Nodding at the darkness
A distant clock tower sounds the hour
A vague intrusion, time to waken
Time to receive the pipe once more
Then time, again, to dream...
Adrift in "Nero Veneziano".
Approach the canals
Gondolas carrying dead goddesses
Their hair trailing in the water
Hooded figures at the helms
Nodding at the darkness
A distant clock tower sounds the hour
A vague intrusion, time to waken
Time to receive the pipe once more
Then time, again, to dream...
Adrift in "Nero Veneziano".
Published 4th Nov 2014
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4th Nov 2014 10:00pm
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4th Nov 2014 10:43pm
Thank you, Gabriel. "Nero Veneziano" is actually the title of an Italian horror film, which I borrowed and translated into English for these lines. The movie has otherwise zero to do with this poem.
4th Nov 2014 10:22pm
Crow, the imagery is fantastic in this piece. It evokes, in me, images of Death as gondolier on the River Styx.
4th Nov 2014 10:46pm
Thanks so much. To me it also suggests what might have occurred if Samuel Coleridge had gone on vacation in Venice.
6th Nov 2014 1:30pm
6th Nov 2014 4:28pm
19th Nov 2014 11:36am
What happens to dead gods?
A cool ride, worth revisiting as the pictures keep changing.
Awesome write crowfly!
A cool ride, worth revisiting as the pictures keep changing.
Awesome write crowfly!
