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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 13, 2018

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Submitted: August 13, 2018



Bending under foreign steps,

The Marina tends the Bay.

For all the ones who overslept,

Their slumber ends today.


See, all their lives had waned at home,

Moons homesick for romance.

And all the years spent comatose,

Yield dreams of Capri’s dance.


Cutters alive with gasps of wind,

Thrust at Sea-drenched skyline.

Promised that one needs not ascend,

To find that which is divine.


Now tempted at the Sirens’ song,

At Capri’s vibrato smooth,

Nodding onward boats along,

Towards the sun-dyed Grotto Blue.


Limestone risen and plunged back down,

Forging an archway above,

The Sea a queen and the stone Her crown,

Together: The Tunnel of Love.


Legend echoes the tragic tale,

Of natives drowned in fever.

Ones who left no discernable trail,

Christened, “the Lotus Eaters”.


Men from comas awakened abrupt,

By too strong a light.

Deserting their lives at the sign of the dusk,

Which took from them their sight.


The island snoring gently on the Bay,

Unmoved by Her currents.

Its tune a song of celestial pain,

Of torture worth enduring:


“A kiss of death among Capri’s caves,

Is an affair worth exploring.”

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