Valletta

Valletta city: Palazzi like clothes-lines of unwashed underware, And stale, crumbling cake-carnival, A giant cheese-grater, Across a block of holed cheese. City-fortress without a gate, undressed and shamed, A gaping hole between two thighs. Hoarse Parliament, two sizes small. Theater-pjazza under sun and sweat, Rain and wet, and noise annoyed, At least cumfy plastic seats. Piano playing his violin. In Karnival town.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/18/2013 6:16:00 AM

- A poem I enjoyed reading , good!!! - Have a nice Sunday. - Oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 8/17/2013 4:02:00 PM

- Re the theatre i would have loved a replica of the previous one but when i saw the finishing..I loved it.I do believe Renzo piano did an excellent work..but yep a replica would have been more to my taste.Re parliament..I would have moved it from where it used to be but not to where the theatre is.Anyways..drama with drama B-).Tnks for reading my poem

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 8/17/2013 3:58:00 PM

The Valletta i know was recognized by.unesco in 1980 as a world heritage site.At the european house is nicknamed the proud city.Its kmown for its baroque palaces and owns one of the most beautiful cathedrals St john s cathedral..Its a cathedral full with beautiful paintings of dante and caravaggio.Many of its buildings have been there from the sixteenth century..No wonder the cheese hole..Every part of Valletta is an altar of history and culture and am proud of it

Christine Phillips

Date: 8/16/2013 5:01:00 AM

"City-fortress without a gate, undressed and shamed" beautiful line...nice display of metaphors shaded with symbols and splendid imagery.