A Granddaughter’s Dream
She watched in awe,
with memory dripping down her face,
freshwater pearls of days long gone.
Ghosts of the regatta flowed swiftly along the canal,
Venetian splendor etched in her heart.
Colors of Murano brilliant in the sunlight
beckon her to follow the sails
and find her regal place.
The gondola of her grandfather disappears around the bend,
covered in fog coasting past the railway station.
She bends forward
a sail in the wind
nestled in her sandolo mascareta
desperately reaching for the ghost,
unable to touch as it disappears.
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This is wonderful. You’ve taken me on such a journey.
Thank you for the kind validation. I am happy you enjoyed the journey.
Virginia, I love the nautical metaphors you crafted in this poem.
That is so good to hear. Thank you for the validation.
the poem, like the “freshwater pearls of days long gone,” has me a cheering spectator to this Venetian regatta
This made me smile. Thank you so much.
What beautiful images. I just love that last stanza. Gorgeous write.
Wow. Thank you for this kind validation. Much appreciated.
You’ve carefully painted so much detail and left the reader with a sense of the forlorn.
It is good to hear that came through the words. Thank you for the kind comment.
Even though it’s a dream, you ground us in time and place. An education in gondolas. I looked up “sandolo mascareta” and saw it was used mostly by women. I love the learning, the journey, and the poem!
What a great validation. I love poems that compel the reader to do some research. Thanks for taking the journey.
This is so vivid I can see it as a painting!
Wow, that is amazing to hear. Thank you for such a kind validation of my writing.
Virginia, this evokes for me a Renaissance painting, with all the vivid details. And Venice is such a magical place, great choice!
I am truly moved by your comment and appreciate the kind validation. I am pleased the details came through. Thank you.
The title invited me into this touching poem. Enviable craft, especially detail and imagery: “She watched in awe, / with memory dripping down her face.” Well done, Virginia
Thank you very much for the kind validation.
Shew! “She bends forward/a sail in the wind”
Thanks so much for reading and the kind validation. I am pleased that image came through.
Breathtaking piece. The title ties the narrative together so well, capturing a deep sense of heartache and longing. I was especially captivated by the line “with memory dripping down her face”.
Your comment is such a kind validation of my poem. Truly appreciated. It is always good to hear when the feeling in a poem comes through to the reader. Thank you.