Wiedersehen in Howards End

A poem I wrote in Rome

Rome.Open City.

Unreal with paling light,

singular with stone and ochre,

the unquiet dead corded with

white marble.Heaven`s steps

so cruel with belief.

My hotel. Forster. Only connect.

Words cool and dry,

the idea of a lost kingdom.

Far from the noise of this;

in shade,under pines.

Reviews

[Valentine]

To be able to travel and take in these glorious sites is fantastic. Nice descriptive verse. Valentine

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This reminded me of my recent visit to Malta which provokes similar sentiments and images. Away from the fortress cities with their sandstone facades and bustling history, there nestles quieter, calmer places.
As always you delight in being able to say much with a word here and a word there Leslie.