Spanish Steps

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #246
I Dream of Reaching by Ivan Pili
Sans shoes, she
carefully steps
between pieces 
of debris, 
making her way
up the cracked 
stone, bricks,
and marble of
the Spanish Steps.
Diaphanous dress
flounces, billows
like a cloud-sail.
No rail to keep her
balanced.  Determined
to climb, then rest
easy, as she reads
tattered books
of poetry by Keats,
and Shelley.  She
imagines this is
her home.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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12 Responses to Spanish Steps

  1. Paula Light says:

    Beautiful poetry 💜


  2. Makes me wanna find a nice set of steps to read on


  3. Helen says:

    The perfect place to be ….


  4. qbit says:

    If only we could make Keats and Shelly our homes!

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  5. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is beautiful my friend… simply beautiful.


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