Ionian inspired Poem By D J Burnham

Ionian Jewel

By D J Burnham

Twisting roads and alpine views,
Scenes steeped in epic wonder,
Hidden lake blue crystal hues,
Ancient caves to ponder.
Church bells peal across the fields,
In tones of conversation,
Tending gardens, striking deals,
They call their congregation.
The twins ply their daily trade,
Twixt Argostoli and Lixouri,
Delivering cars and new friends made,
Past Laskaratos and his story.
Cicadas samba sparking static,
In the olive’s laden boughs,
‘Neath twilit avians’ acrobatics,
Far from Lassi’s crowds.
Omalos tends the vines,
Hillsides crop fresh horta,
An alluring breeze plays the pines,
As wine flows like water.With the kiss of fortune she deserves,
From Mother nature’s givers,
Ainos guards her verdant curves,
As the dreaming feline quivers.

Comments

  1. The references took me some time to look up, but I have, after a little work, enjoyed this poem.

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