Free Verse: Italy

Rainy Day

Free Verse


As the rain falls incessantly
I think of myths of Italy
Of spaghetti, pizza and mandolins
And of a sunny day that never ends
Yet the rain keeps pouring down
From gloomy dusk to dark dawn
Through out long days
Passed in humid haze
I ask myself:
Where can those sunny days then be
that inspired mythology?

OctPoWriMo 2013: Day 9

26 thoughts on “Free Verse: Italy

  1. What a beautiful picture. The line about spaghetti, pizza, and mandolins–well, not the mandolins so much–makes me hungry!
    I’ve always loved rain, but where we live there was bad flooding recently. Now whenever the rains come I start to get nervous. This saddens me.


    • I know what you mean about rain and flooding, this happens all too often in many regions of Italy. About the pizza etc. is a common stereotype which actually irritates Italians, but it’s part of the myth so I had to add it. Glad you enjoyed the poem!


  2. Spaghetti, pizza and mandolins…those are myths? Sigh. It is raining in your poem with these words. Love the picture. Excellent free verse. ๐Ÿ™‚


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