Thrum.
Undulating across the cyan, sea scented lagoon,
I watch Venezia condense like an artist
sketching grey lines in the mist.
Murano: thump, a deeper varum,
static air fills with diesel vapour,
smelling of engine, tasting of oil.
Thrum away.
My eyes wash the roofs and domes with terracotta,
till I step into the canvas
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 3:42 PM UTC
Thrum.
Undulating across the cyan, sea scented lagoon,
I watch Venezia condense like an artist
sketching grey lines in the mist.
Murano: thump, a deeper varum,
static air fills with diesel vapour,
smelling of engine, tasting of oil.
Thrum away.
My eyes wash the roofs and domes with terracotta,
till I step into the canvas