Just a bowl of fruit,

Raspberries,

Blackberries,

Blueberries,

And a desire

To eat them.

© Caro Ness 2015 
 

Travelling away from the Golden Horn,

Across the Sea of Marmara, 

Sails the ferryboat.

It carries with it

The weight of history,

Shades of Byzantium,

Traces of the Silk Route,

And romance, intrigue,

And adventure.

© Caro Ness 2015 

I came across a stretch of river,

And I thought 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
  

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

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 
 

I’m a sucker for design,

So I parked my wheels 

Next to a cultural wow!

Two design icons,

Side by side.

© Caro Ness 2015 
  
Photo: Lucy Valentin

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 
 

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.

I bought you a flower.

It looked as if I had plucked it

Straight from the garden.

Red for passion.

Red for the blood coursing through my veins.

Red for my pounding heart.

© Caro Ness 2015