Under A False Sky
The gondoliers drift idly by
Singing sotto voice for the tourists
As they ply their poles and their trades
Through the blue waters of the canal.
In the square, statues come to life,
If you watch with care,
And buskers play and sing for coins
With carefree abandon.
A wandering wench sells masques
To help you partake in the pleasures of the city
In safe anonymity.
And the sky changes from cerulean blue
To rose-tinted,
Blending with muted gold
Drifting into midnight blue
As the square lights brighten to the darkness.
You can almost forget
where you are.
Almost.
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April 23, 2013 at 8:49 am
slpmartin
Quite a nice portrait is painted with your words…love those last lines.
April 23, 2013 at 9:52 am
Seasweetie
Thank you, slp.
April 23, 2013 at 9:32 am
Alice
“Singing sotto voice for the tourists…” so whispery sounding. What will you do when April ends?
April 23, 2013 at 9:52 am
Seasweetie
I…don’t know, Alice. Maybe keep doing this!
April 27, 2013 at 10:21 am
aliciakhoo
This is beautiful! You paint with words like it is oil on canvas.
April 28, 2013 at 1:23 pm
Seasweetie
Thank you, alicia. Loveliest compliment I have received!