Dennis In Venice
poem by:
Reeves
Written
on May 21, 2019
The Bridge of Sighs was a nice surprise, It had an echo from the prisoners that had trudged across, maybe there had been a mini Ben Hur where one of the onlookers had offered some water to a cross- bearing Jesus. Byron and Shelley had been here, albeit promiscuous and a little queer, they visited the local bordellos and saw Dennis, which was comical as he was just a menace. Gavorting in St.Marks Square, He always had the time to stand and stare, even in Merano he was glassy eyed, like an underpaid ugly tour guide. They all shared a gondola like a beautiful pea-green boat, the chances of them all agreeing was rather remote.
Tags: Abstract, Inspirational, Imagery,
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Dawn commented on May 21, 2019 at 4:04pm
Delightful! You know your stuff I think. It was a fun read and reminded of an artwork done by a quirky, tongue in cheek painter—personality for days :)
Reeves
commented on May 22, 2019 at 12:50am
Thank you Dawn.
