IN UMBRIA
Sienna burnt and umbrian brown,
the hills where cypress fingers point.
And settled proud upon their palms,
imposing pantiled structures stand.
With hues and compass proud reflect
embodiment of symmetry
in sweeping lands of sun-kissed soil,
the arbiters of their terrain.
A downward sweep in serial ranks
with clinging roots in calcerous clay
espaliered ranks of trebbiano
yield their purple progeny .
Below, the lakes of upturned faces,
flowers sun-track, gold reflecting
stand erect and proudly proffer
seed in cases ripening black.
And punctuating this domain
the gnarled and ancient olives grow,
with withered arms of grey supporting
fruits reflecting their fair land.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2017 03:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Another painting and poem - this one as a result of many travels in Italy.
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Comments7
I hate our suburban sprawl here in the US. I see a beautiful valley with old farm houses, barns, and crops. A developer sees a shopping center. Let's hope Italy can preserve this beauty you captured in your painting and poem. ( did not know there was a purple variety)
Thanks Augustus and yes you are right - it is a white variety of course and I've drunk enough of it in the past so I should know better - think I got carried away with trying to introduce a bit of alliteration. I'll put my thinking cap on.
Pulpous? Any thoughts anyone?
wonderful prose Michael and art of course! the beauty of nature captured so well!
Thanks so much Willy
You are a wordsmith my friend; and an inspiration to an aspiring writer.
~HC
Thanks C - you are really kind - so much appreciated.
I found this one as well and read it several times. I took me to MY MOST FAVORITE SCENE IN THE MOVIE "AN AFFAIR TO REMEMBER" where Cary Grant takes Deborah Kerr to visit his grandmother up the hilly pathway to her house - that whole scenery so awe inspiring.
I could see myself sitting in the courtyard sipping wine and enjoying prosciutto, taking in the beauty of the late afternoon sun reflecting off the lake.
Again too long, too sorry
Been in absentia for a rew days and about to catch - thanks so much for commenting - I'll join with a glass - Italy is my favourite country and hope this does it justice.
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