Ah, Ravenna: the sun gazes at thee
Like an enraptured lover, enchanted
By your sophistication and beauty
But your denizens have to me granted
Nary a moment of sweet, silent peace
They gape and jabber and gawk as I pass
And their horrified cries only increase
If I glower at some young lad or lass
And mutter darkly about Hell’s grim map
For local folklore and gossip imply
That I, Dante, did traverse the great gap
Between this world and others, both ghastly
And paradisiacal, for the sake
Of magic poems, which I love to make
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
I read all the lines with much love! A great one
Oooo, so blazing hot! Loved your poem!
Nicely done!