(inspired by the Cinque Terre, Italy– May 2016)

Al Mare

Step by step,
the hike never seemed so treacherous
like the precarious railings which seem
to quake in fear with each crash al mare
by the rocks that crumble like cake
and falling
falling
down into the mouth of waves—

Rustic vineyards yield grapes full of sugar
along the face of the mountain, smiling gold jewels
to be turned to gold nectar for backpackers,
drunk on youth, to be transported
to other universes like the sun—

Heat splashes houses on cliffs
from a painter’s delight.
Such watercolors of the deep mare
are ready to tease you with welcoming eyes,
sweet like anchovies and sun-dried tomatoes in olive oil
together a tri-colored patrimony—

It pains me to sit here on the rocks
and wonder if this is a dream
I’ll have to wake from soon
on the next plane home, miles away
from a friend, a lover,
the five lands far across the blue
still drifting in my mind…

© Rebecca Goes Rendezvous, 2023

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23 thoughts on “Al Mare (poem)”

    1. The most-convenient would be the airport in Pisa, but as the Cinque Terre is rather isolated, it still takes over two hours to reach it. Regardless, it’s truly a beautiful place on Earth!

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  9. That’s a wonderful poem, Rebecca! Travel experiences are often shared in blog posts, videos, books, songs or quotes, but poetry about travel is a bit harder to find. I find that Poetry is a beautiful way to capture how travel makes us feel though – so thanks for your sharing yours. Cheers 🙂 Aiva xx

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    1. Thanks for reading, Aiva! Poetry is a way to express my thoughts on a trip through sentiment, instead of factual recounting. I enjoyed my time in Italy, and writing this has inspired me to go back!

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