Venetian Backwaters.

Entered in the Challenge # 144.0 ~ Water Works ~The Award Tree ~

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Venetian Backwaters

Only a decaying Disneyland,

cosmopolitan colours of cobbled walls

mingle into milky mint of silk ripples;

a cracked painting

filled with optimistic carnations.

 

No hooked romance slices through these waters;

tarnished motorboats scrape along synthetic canyons,

harnessed to cruel portcullises.

Expectant quiet laps at broken bricks and rust,

lisping whispers hissed at the dormant air.

Distant weathervanes flaunt their flashes of sunlight,

drowning out a howl gagged by cheap lace.

 

Now left with only her naivety,

she wades through the murky labyrinth,

dragged from the art gallery perfection

that tempted her into those cutthroat corridors.

Squatting in a scabbing iron doorway,

her fatigued eyes stutter closed

as she droops to muddy rest.

 

Cold Venus swallows her prey.

Done