Treasure Island

Giorgio Venetopoulos

(Athens, Greece)

Carousel



The carousel round goes to circle feasts
The scent of dusk is solitude's primrose
- beloved her stare with light shall fade in mists
- the carousel round goes.

And the enfolding of the silence slows
forsooth advances her response sole kissed
betimes the corteges of night depose.

Disporting round trajectories persist
their merriment of altered times disclose;
- Two loving forms in raindrops dance amidst,
- the carousel round goes.

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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© G. V.,08-04-2013 All rights reserved
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roundel - Iambic pentameter

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