(The Four Seasons)



1. La primavera (Spring)

The dawning breeze from the lagoon holds a promise of warmthIn its morning ease,Gently rippling the turquoise water and winged lion banners,Then dancing on across the piazza where yawning waiters complainAnd early romancing lovers teaseWith laughter and whispers, As La Serenissima prepares to reprise once again, Her entrancing comedy of manners.

2.  L’estate (Summer)

The sun was ostentatiously flouncing around its glamorously empty sky,High above the languidly languishing, flirtatiously sighing town,Fluttering and fanning and smiling amorously as if in love,Beguiling the nervously stuttering man with her gorgeously sly summer gown,So carelessly and breathlessly and deliberately coming undone.

3. L’autunno (Autumn)

From the top of the Campanile the circus girl jumped,Dressed in the clothes that she kept for best,Blessed with her secret she had leapt towards the scarlet sunDeclining in breath-taking splendour to the west.Visitors and pigeons scattered terrified when she landed amongst them, Then quickly recovered and gathered around.The horrified tourists speculating on her motive or reason,While the spectating birds simply fussed about the fallen one,That had flown just once to never again leave the ground.

4. L’inverno (Winter)

Etched by white acid burning out of the north blown night,Boiling and turning in a vortex of frozen crystal light,Stretched tight with ice was the alley from the midnight square,Coiling with snow serpents rising venomous from their lair,Writhing and striking and biting like bright cutting diamonds, Behind the dark shadowed cathedral mysterious as a prayer,Where the jealous blinding took place in cold blood,Any flood of screams lost with a tongue to the howling air.

©2015 Paul Carpenter

Extract from Paul’s book:
‘The Ghost and Other Manifestations”

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Paul, a poet following the tradition of the land of his birth, was born and raised in the small village of Caerau, in the beautiful Lynfi valley of South Wales, and is now resident in Bristol, England. He has enjoyed a variety of different ‘careers’, including working on archaeological excavations, and for many years earning his living as a professional artist. He has travelled extensively in Europe, with an especial love for the cities of Paris, Florence and Venice, and has a great interest in philosophy, literature, history and the arts, which is reflected in his work. Paul says that he searched for years to find the right medium to truly express his ideas, and at last found the answer in poetry, something he has read and enjoyed all his life. In his own words, ‘When I started writing verse, I felt like a prodigal son being welcomed back to the home I left, many years, and many choices ago.’

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