Roman Vacation
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Years back, I shimmered in her glow
a city wrapped in rich crochet…
my best friend sipping espresso
down Vatican and lit subway,
where nights of Rome danced a relay
the hilltops breathing a pearled sigh,
embellished with aisles of bouquet…
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
While Latin tunes drooled an alto
near ruins of Colosseum …
glory be, Pope John Paul we saw,
as crowds waved, rare his decorum.
Until tears sparkled misty gray
inside vaults and arches nearby;
tales flowed of ancient kings’ decay…
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
The streets pattered, run-and- go
Along a queue for concert’s replay;
then awed by Sistine’s pomp fresco
while eyes fluttered in a thrilled sway!
How we raced as quaint shops called, “buy,”
arms cuddling tokens like piled rye
wishes blown, glazed as eve’s firefly!
I relished her soil brushed in dye.
On our last day, I needed to say
“Yes, I’ll come back before moons cry”…
since this heart pined for Rome each day.
I relished her soil brushed in dye!
Lin Lane's Take A Vacation Contest
Ballade--28 lines 2/16/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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