Slopping against weathered wharf
mist laden murk tide to the halogen haze
penned in maisonettes dabbed with colour
reminiscent of the heavy make up of ageing whores
who know better than to be here late
Splattering of droplets click on cobbles
rhythm joined by the out of sync clack, clack
reverberations of the 8ft shadow
disfigured by uneven walls and puddles
softened through the dark hooded cape
tethered by the windless eve
Searching eyes, recessed in the flawless smooth face
lips that will never speak nor smile, almost unnoticeable
to the exaggerated beak, its prominence
hideous to the frightened youth, out casted to its peers
refuge, an opening to piazza
escape from this vacant back alley - ah Venice.
a challenge from @frenzyofflies and @santha_g to break my 'block'
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