The featured photo is called Beauty and the Beast and is one of my favourites of all times. I took it in 2012 during my first visit to the parts that now I call home. How did this come about, you ask? Not without certain risks.
This post is also for Patrick’s Pic and a Word challenge. If you like Morocco, colour blue and heartfelt poetry, I recommend you his latest posts.
First let’s see about the poem for NaPoWriMo which has just moved into its final third.
Challenge 20: “Write a poem that ‘talks.’ What does that mean? … Try to write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.”
*Mumbles something about how there is spoken word in my poems on an average April day as it is, and how hard it is for speakers of English as a second/foreign language to nail the differences. If I was to translate the Iliad into English – why? – Achilles would sound like a punk. My poems are merely me talking to myself. Better believe it it’s spoken, messy and fractured.*
How did I tell them?
How does one tell anybody anything?
“Parents, I’m going to Italy for two weeks,
alone. In the meantime
you can feed my boyfriend.”
I didn’t say this last.
The departure date was closing in
and I still hadn’t figured it out.
Then there was my card tournament
where I fix the prizes for top five, yah?
I printed out my train ticket
and put it in an envelope.
Just in case. I came third.
Quite a prize for coming third.
Only one man knew
that I wouldn’t be as alone.
One was a friend with all the data
of the other:
in case I don’t return.
And the other was a man
who asked me a few days
“How do you say No in your language?”
“Ne. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, just to know,
in case you really won’t like it.”
Here are twenty glimpses from those 13 days. It was my first time in Rome and Tuscany. Seven months later I arrived for good. Be careful with the risks you take or you might go places.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #183: Risk
and for Day 20 of NaPoWriMo