Thursday 26 January 2023

Thoughts on Sicily

Think orange groves and prickly pear

Age-old ruins, floodlit, bare

Tunnel and bridge motorways

Sun-filled hamlets lost in haze

Where donkeys, goats and dark-clothed men

Recall a bandit-time back when

Life was tough and jobs were few

America promised vistas new.

 

E.U. investments changes make,

But it is hard to ice the cake

As tourist beaches crowd in summer

But winter poverty’s a bummer.

Narrow streets – medieval splendour

Dangerous driving to remember

Temples* reflect Grecian art

Of ancient Sicily a part!

 

Rough villages in scenic spots

A plethora of towers, church clocks

Steep paved streets that twist and turn

Their ups and downs make stomachs churn!

A gentle green with winter rain

A poignancy words can’t explain

But detritus scattered everywhere:

Shame that the Powers-That-Be don’t care...


(c) Poet in the woods


* at Agrigento and Paestum





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