home to articulate bronzework
high over tiled terracotta
you somberly signal the medieval hours
reminding of due obligations
to masters and mitered monsignors
you give platformed seclusion
to sentries and treasonous spies
you accommodate princes for plotting
their intrigues of state under
non-prying eyes of the stars
you lend prospect to falconers
launched of their goshawks
to best enjoy seizing of prey
and your shadow sundials the ground
with its sovereign cast
This was a wonderfull read, I especially liked this part :”you accommodate princes for plotting
their intrigues of state under
non-prying eyes of the stars” – this image of the stars was a challenge to envision in realism form,which makes it even more wonderfull in my opinion.
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thanks for your thoughtful comment
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I’m guessing you have visited there–you write with an intimacy.
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I have visited many in my mind
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Isn’t it wonderful to have such a vivid imagination! That’s often been my salvation.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Magic piece.
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from a magic place
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good job……..
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much appreciated
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I had to look up Campanile–I was thinking bells, so this is a good day! Paul, sometimes bloggers who’ve published books host a challenge/contest–and the winner receives the prize of the author’s book; I’m wondering if you’ve considered doing that, with Music from Scars being the award.
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bells it is! – you deserve nothing BUT good days – not much for contests
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