you blow me kisses
from Juliet's balacony
as if you were
the real thing.
Suddenly we're Shakespearean
& the play's the thing.
'Oh Donall Donall...
...wherefore art thou... Donall! '
I kneel before her
statue
her left breast
all shiny
rubbed for luck
by touchy touristy
hands and loud guffaws!
Here in Verona
amongst its ancient amphitheatre
I sing mock opera
and 'La Travitia.'
'Come...do the Christian thing
& throw me to your loins! '
You run.
Your laughter echoing
amongst ruins and long gone times.
That summer
(there in Verona)
Juliet & Travita
were real
and alive
yet it is
we now
who have become
fictional characters
our love now
only a story
a thing
of mere memory.
'Oh Anu...Anu...
wherefore art thou...Anu! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem and beautiful piece of story-telling. The sense of the couple and the then and now-ness of it is wonderful. Touching and sad. Yet funny in the delightful coupledom of the couple just being themselves and never thinking that this could end and that they would become the 'fictional characters'. Masterly...I love it and I love what you do and how you do...do it. love Dee Dee