Inspired by my huge love of Venice. Even though the poem may be short, the style (decuain) was really tricky and hard to do, and took me a while to complete. It requires 10 lines with 10 syllables per line, and has to rhyme. I liked how it turned out, though!
(Day 7’s poem will be posted later today!)
Venice, land etched of great watery beds,
built beneath curtains of glistening foam.
Salty taste and touch throughout the wind threads
to meet all corners of the water home.
Pigeons shed a feather in St. Mark’s square
by majestic cathedrals of ancient,
which visitors halt hasty steps to stare.
Entwined in the maze, no place is vacant.
And when gondolas weave through water road,
I know I have found my long lost abode.