Magical Turin

[democracy]

Fresh autumn air dabs her pink hazy skin,
Old Po offers wisdom; clever, she binds,
Superga, La Mole’s, towering minds.
Valentino’s heart, Garabaldi’s grin.

Shimmering trees whisper an old fable
To unsuspecting citizens at night.
A tall church steeple snags an errant kite,
Mother Mary stands silent, unable.

[carm]

Main Entry: wonderful
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: great, extraordinary
Synonyms: Magical Turin

…loved your poem Democracy!

[imaginary friend]

Democracy,

I like how you personified Turin, with 'her pink hazy skin', and the river as Old Po (oops! I typed Old Poo – too much time on the Marisha thread), a crone-amalgam of all the brilliant people who (I just found out) came from Turin. Also liked the whispering trees, but most of all – especially as a final line – Mother Mary standing silent and unable – to free the kite, or perhaps to do or undo anything else at all.

I've never been to Turin, but enjoyed drifting along with your poem – thank you.

[democracy]

Thankyou for the very kind comments. I just noticed that 'pink hazy skin' should have a comma in it, or pink and hazy should be swapped around. Decisions decisions...

[democracy]

Thought I'd turn it into an Italian sonnet...

Magical Turin

Fresh autumn air dabs her hazy pink skin,
Old Po offers wisdom; clever, she binds,
Superga, La Mole’s, towering minds.
Valentino’s heart, Garabaldi’s grin.

Shimmering trees whisper an old fable
To unsuspecting citizens at night.
A tall church steeple snags an errant kite,
Mother Mary stands silent, unable.

An assassin stalks in perfect silence,
Concealed in the shadows of an arched bridge.
Above him, a crowd hails the duelling Prince.

Two young butterfly hearts secretly meet,
A park bench hosts a lovers' proposal,
In July, in red autumn leaves, in sleet.