A Walk


Close your eyes and come with me…

Slow we make a post noon stroll, warm cobbles underfoot

Our gazes drawn to blue framed buttered skies

Fingers clasped, sequential flex of calm

Faint memories of a sticky sweet, remnants licked to fade

Copper stirs and dripping gold; the laze of winding turns

A feast of melting terracotta swirls that meet no corners end

Gulls calling from a merman’s palm, singing for  their time

His eyes wide; an endless crest of passioned constant

Riding on a gentle breeze

Enough to carry the mornings scent, and tickle the stray carefree

Skin enraptured, hours we walk

To place our wrists on marble cool, drenched cascading purity

Pulses felt, veins thick, momentous clarity

And distant chimes that kiss our hear

A welcome song of still


(fragments of one of my walks in Rome pieced together in a happy mess of memory)


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul McGovern
    Mar 17, 2012 @ 17:03:26

    Somnambulist request, you open with an ethereal invitation. Your words transfix, take the reader with you in all that you write, literally here but also in the thoughts that accompany your stroll.

    Sensual, laced with the tangible throughout. Peaceful, tranquil in the pace. The linger of the felt, the presence of memory. Colours that convey a deep appreciation for the aesthetics encountered and the rich vocabulary you possess.

    “Our gazes drawn to blue framed buttered skies”

    The line above is exquisite, blue framed sky – I have often thought of the sky, framing and the shapes above. Beautiful.

    The duality held in the lines is inspiring. Warmth and refreshment, contemplative caress, fragrant air and still purity. The throb of life held in moments of refined refrain. Such poise in your choice of language and execution of meaning. The lines seep into me filling me with awe at what is witnessed and the significance of such to the writer.

    All of what you write stimulates my mind and soul, this is exemplary of such. It just relaxes me into a cocoon of peace and allows everything to just flow still.


  2. Evelyn
    Mar 17, 2012 @ 17:32:08

    thick and juicy with description and emotion…
    “Enough to carry the mornings scent, and tickle the stray carefree
    Skin enraptured”
    love this…


  3. Brian Carlin
    Mar 21, 2012 @ 10:30:56

    Captures the feel of the romance of the old seen new…when me and my wife went to see the Trevi, it was mid-June mid day and there was a heaving mass of sweaty tourists tumbling around the waters in a tumult of multilingual colour….lit at night it was gargantuan and in the true sense of the word ….awesome.
    A feast of melting terracotta swirls that meet no corners end…a perfect description. Nice work


    • feltsensejunkie
      Mar 25, 2012 @ 13:45:56

      Thank you so much 🙂 I found Rome so inspiring. There is a feel to the Trevi in particular. Even though when I visited it was busy, I was still able to soak up my own individual experience of it. Thank you for your words.


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