A Splendid Summer

Poetry and Icecream


A splendid summer shone:
skies so pure;
suns so radiant.

A band of Italian days had come
like a flock of glorious passenger birds
and lighted to rest on the cliffs.
The fields were green and shorn;
hedge and wood, full-leafed.

Weary with gathering wild strawberries,
I sought the garden.

It was now the sweetest hour
and the sun had gone down
in simple state –
pure of pomp of clouds –
spread solemn purple,
burning red jewel
and furnace flame
extending high and wide,
over half heaven.

A rising solitary star
soon would boast the moon
yet beneath the horizon.

Copyright © December 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Erasure Poem

Taken from my favourite book Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Jane Eyre

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