Apr 2020
Ponte Sant’Angelo,
my thumb brushes
her crimson emblem.
Images slosh in my head of her
cycling, channelling
her inner Hepburn,
sleep and poetry on the steps,
talcum swirl of a *** and raisin gelato,
tiddlywinking a Euro into the Trevi.
This is stop four
on her grand tour,
gap year girl
glugging the lingo. I touch again
her Ciao in curly black,
her **, her airmailed red peck.
my thumb brushes
her crimson emblem.
Images slosh in my head of her
cycling, channelling
her inner Hepburn,
sleep and poetry on the steps,
talcum swirl of a *** and raisin gelato,
tiddlywinking a Euro into the Trevi.
This is stop four
on her grand tour,
gap year girl
glugging the lingo. I touch again
her Ciao in curly black,
her **, her airmailed red peck.
Written: 2018/19.
Explanation: A poem that was part of my MFA Creative Writing manuscript, in which I wrote poems about cities that have staged the Eurovision Song Contest, or taken the name of a song and written my own piece inspired by the title. I have received a mark for this body of work now, so am sharing the poems here.
Explanation: A poem that was part of my MFA Creative Writing manuscript, in which I wrote poems about cities that have staged the Eurovision Song Contest, or taken the name of a song and written my own piece inspired by the title. I have received a mark for this body of work now, so am sharing the poems here.
