A Walk to VernazzaA Poem by J.P. Bristow
It happened....I was there.
Walk with me to Vernazza.
Let me tell you of a time,
These overgrown mosses tell me truthfully,
It was a lifetime ago.
However is not always unkind.
It has a way of preserving memories,
Pressed and perfect.
For tucked away deep in these hills,
Is the kind of love that never dies.
I was there.
There may be clichés,
And fair-skinned effects along the way.
But I assure you,
These colors are worth the trip.
Like these worn paths,
They have been well used over the centuries.
So to provide you with a more intimate view,
I will pay the toll.
Fearing not to tread in histories steps, too make our mark.
Uncork the wine,
Let it breathe Dante’s air.
For this is home.
Do not act the tourist,
Even the Viking’s could not conquer here,
Leave your bag of tricks and jade-
And walk with me to Vernazza.
He grabbed my hand
Asking “Shall we go by sea or mule?”
Giving me no choice,
He swept me up into his arms and carried me.
“By mule it is” he laughed.
That June seas left salt kisses
The Monterosso sun made frescos of our skin
It was ours.
It was glorious.
“There’s where we’ll marry,
With St. John’s blessing” he whispered.
While I feigned sleep in his arms.
Just so he would wake me with his lips.
And it was in the mornings.
When dawn chased the stars away,
That we would lose the days to love.
Making even Eros blush.
So long ago and yesterday.
Let’s toast to the past,
And drink to the present.
He would have loved making this trip
Do you think if I call to him,
his heart will make the journey?
I am glad you came.
For I didn’t want to be alone on this,
My last walk to Vernazza.
© 2010 J.P. Bristow
Added on July 7, 2010
Last Updated on July 7, 2010
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