Belltowers and Chimera

A collection inspired by a visit to Pisa and Florence in October 2008.

Bells

Silent in the belfry of their making, Heavy copper resigned to the elements That may cause them to sound out, Out of order, out of tune with time. Carved dates and customs passing quickly,

(Cathedral) Facade

Lozenge and circle, alternating As the bronze snake in the wilderness, Images of healing, sharp and smooth. Two houses alike in dignity perhaps, Yet another blind arch that does not see,

Arches

Blind arches, rising tiers that do not see, Tiers of a rising, sloping wedding cake run to ruin, Marriage of church and state that would not last, Each layer succeeding thinly to the next.

Baptistery

Perfect circle, carved sightless busts Guard the entrance, images caught in time. Immersed in the past, the octagon within Beehive of industry, collectively built.

Belltower

I Il Campanile, before three layers rose Found to be winking at the sun, Its south-sinking perspective Declining towards Rome. Hands of Pisano Bonnano wrung in despair

The Final Layer

My first experience of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Stairs

From the perspective of the belltower, Rising above the heights of the baptistery, I am risen again. Stairs from the roof of the dome leading nowhere:

Marble

More on the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Restoration

Black crust and lime Haunting the upper side Ancient building listing in more Ways than one, weather warning, Heritage on the slide Stairs derelict, worn down, There must come a reckoning,

Nero's Baths

Decadent arches in Pisa, Along the Street called Straight from the tower, "Caldo e freddo" to the caldera, Boiling point of persecution. Red brick hides the silence of silo,