SHADES OF DANTEA Poem by Ken e BujoldDante’s shade cast an uneasy
shadow over these immutable hills last
night. Everywhere we meandered, paused
to dally, Hades’ hounds snapped and
snarled about our heels. Portinari’s daughter, Venus
whispered, no longer enamored by the
poisonous yew, has turned bittersweet. Exhausted
and weary of the provincial roses, so many
cheap summer wines, ‘She’s lost her lust for the
nightly rhymes …’ any delusion of having found herself
a new Alighieri, a second chance at
life along the Arno. La Vita Nuova I sense, is
giving way, fast fading into the encroaching dusk
of autumn … we’ll not survive the siege of
another winter. Ken e Bujold © 2025 Ken e BujoldAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 8, 2025 Last Updated on January 8, 2025 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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