Tag: Paul Carpenter

(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”

To buy this book £6 + p&p

Contact Paul either by Texting or by email….

TEXT +44 781 35 74 778

email: carpenterp80@gmail.com

I made love to a woman in tears

I made love to a woman in tears
And then I wept.
For all her shining years were there condensed,
And in their salty tracks I sensed an ending;
Before we finally slept.

She had the face of a Russian doll

She had the face of a Russian doll.
A beautiful doll that concealed another,
Then another,
Dwindling in sequence to an empty space,
Never to be revealed;
Hidden forever beneath her layers of experience.

Where’er you walk
          (for SJ)

Where’er you walk
All is gentled in its condition;
And in the very air
Music from above plays unbidden,
Breathing softly of grace and beauty,
Descended with love of its own volition
To accompany this blessed and beloved odyssey; 
For where’er you walk
All is gentled in its condition.

©2013-2016 Paul Carrpenter

Extract from Paul’s books:

“The Storm Dove”

and “Homecoming”

To buy these books £6 each + p&p

Contact Paul either by Texting or by email….

TEXT +44 781 35 74 778

email: carpenterp80@gmail.com