I came across a stretch of river,

And I though that I’d walked

Into a painting by Corot.

The trees crowded along the water’s edge,

The fields were verdant and lush, 

And I half expected a winsome figure

To wander into the landscape to join me. 

© Caro Ness 2015

The Gondolier

A lone gondolier

Punting his craft

Through the choppy waters

Of the grand canal,

Under a slightly threatening sky.

And the taller buildings

Highlighted and gilded

By the tentative Rays

Of a reluctant sun. 

© Caro Ness 2015 

Venice by Christine Ellger

The Shadow

Best not to get too close,

Best not get too personal,

To the shadow on the wall.

So, from a distance,

I will admire

The shadow on the wall.

A known capo,

Whose raison d’etre

Is watchfulness,

The shadow on the wall.

Here to protect

A capo de capi dining inside,

The shadow on the wall.
© Caro Ness 2015 

 Photo: Robert Keil, La Palina Restaurant, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York.


No fags here!

And no to drinking!

And let’s make it clear,

Skateboards? What are you thinking?

And lastly we are canine-free,

Because we’ve no sense of revelry.

Aha! You’ve been seen before!

You are the one who does all four! 

© Caro Ness 2015 


If you gaze into the water

And contemplate

The picture perfect replicas

You see there

Including the soft shades of dawn

Stop and reflect on the natural beauty

Of this beautiful patch of Paradise

© Caro Ness 2015 

Petrol Head

OK! So I know that I’m only 3,

And cars shouldn’t register on my psyche,

But just so I stop and make you think,

I choose mine in a nice shade of pink.

I don’t like dolls, they are uncool toys,

And cars aren’t only meant for boys.

So I opt to do something else instead,

I  choose to be a petrol head!

© Caro Ness 2015

Photo: Robert Keil: 65th Street, Brooklyn, New York.


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