Give me a city of bridges and sighs,
Shimmering water under cloudless skies,
Flocking pigeons in St Mark’s Square
Fed by the crowds of tourists there.
Give me the surprise of a piazzale,
The clanging of the bell in the Campanile,
Echoes of gondoliers in the early morning haze
And overcrowded vaporetti in the watery maze.
Give me a labyrinth of shadowy alleys,
Casanova’s ghost haunting campi and calli.
Give me shops full of colourful Murano glass
Or a marvellous miscellany of carnival masks.
Give me an ice cream from a gelateria,
Wine and a meal in a friendly pizzeria.
Give me shimmering water under cloudless skies
In Venice, the city of bridges and sighs.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
This evening at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing travelogue poetry with Lillian, who has asked us to recall our vacations and/travel memories and write a poem that takes us to a place where we’ve been, describes a place, a culture, a person we met somewhere in our country, city, or abroad.