This botanical garden in Porto Ercole in the south of Tuscany is full of ghosts and now art too. My poem is about that.
Today we look at the pictures first and the NaPoWriMo poem will follow.
Orto botanico Corsini is the botanical garden in Porto Ercole some 20 minutes from me. Last August I visited it for the first time with my visiting uncle upon learning that it hosts various art pieces next to some really old trees.
Technically this is not public art – which Marsha gathers for her challenge – since you have to pay a little something to enter, but explain that to the trees. It’s free for them.
Here are just a few glimpses of and around the art piece, actually two, which touched me the most. But we rushed on too quickly, with our small guided tour. I would linger. More art from here will follow in the weeks to come.
Find the short poem after the short gallery.
Prompt 9: “Because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.“
My nonet has the same title as the last sculpture above by Marzia Gandini. As an added quirk, all my words are monosyllabic.
Boy with deer Chin up in a small wood by the sea, full of past, old trees and now art. Look at your friend with the bird. So much love where palms still bleed from war long gone. A new one now. Chin up. You’ve got a deer.
For Photographing Public Art Challenge (PPAC) hosted by Marsha at Always Write
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history
2018: Little big things
You little white pebble, you small brook, you crooked tree branch, a good book. A shell in your pocket, a rosemary twig, a favourite sentence, nothing that big. Who only thinks big and dreams even bigger, must not be too bummed when little things wiggle away from his life, so he’s alone when he dies, since nothing worth keeping was found the right size.
2019: Things that are irreversible
It doesn’t end there. More irreversible things: The ripening process. The smartening process. The emboldening. The consolidation of the me-ne-frega stance. Self-esteem blossomed. Knowledge of all sorts gained. Lands visited. Poems read. Books read. People encountered. Maybe even made. Plants sown, planted. (Read all.)
2020: My door poem that got me featured the next day.
2021: Nothing to like here
- Start the virus- lock them up in human reserves- kill sex drive - reduce sperm count - wait. Signed: Planet
This day in my blogging history
2014: When you try something you’ve never done before, you’re no better at it than a baby. There’s no reason to expect more from yourself than you would expect from a baby. —Reblogged via Be Friends with Failure.
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Love how everything converges and concludes with the deer, the boy’s aim. And the boy’s triumph is the poem’s aim! Neat to add an additional formal constraint of monosyllabic words. Oh, and as always, your photographs are stunning.
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Thank you, Alana. 🙂 I’m glad that the aim is clear to you. I wished to take more photos but they hurried me along. The statues deserved close-ups.
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That garden looks worth a visit
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Thank you, Sue. It does, in another season. August is too dry. My uncle complained, he said that it looked not sufficiently maintained. I thought that was harsh.
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Ah, OK
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Manja, you have such a fun sense of humor. I laughed at the Ikea Branch Office picture, and your uncle in the mirror sleeping. I love your door poem, too. Great ending. The botanical garden statues are beautiful. I like the dove better maybe because the boy’s expression is so loving. Keep writing those poems, my friend.
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Thank you, Marsha! 🙂 You’re kind, thanks a bunch. I will, at least until the end of the month. Oh, that’s not my uncle but my amore! 😀 And I like both statues a lot.
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Sorry about the mistaken identity! Very cool picture!
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Beautifully tucked between the trees. Ghostly nice.
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Thank you, Bojana. Several trees there looked a bit tired. It didn’t help that we were there in August in highest heat. But still I found it really interesting.
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The heat can do that.
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Great photos! Love the “sleeping” picture especially.
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Thank you, Lynette. I had a bit of reflection fun. 😀
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I enjoyed your nonet, but I have to say I enjoyed your poem entitled “Nothing to Like Here” even more! Very powerful.
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Thank you, Sunra Nina. I forgot about it completely and was a bit shocked to find it. Last April was not a good time.
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It’s always worth writing during troubled times. It’s such a surprise when you read them months later. I hope all is well with you now x
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Well… A change of scenery will do me good. 😀
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It’s wonderful where you are! Though we all feel that way from time to time wherever we are.
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Exactly. It’s a beautiful prison.
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Totally understand. I felt that way sometimes when I’ve been in the most idyllic of places. Though you know what Confucius, Buddha, Gandhi and all the other greats would say: something needs aligning within or you will always be searching without. Or something like that.
But sometimes, yes, all it takes is a change of scene! 🙂
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The greens in the garden are delicious.
But it seems everywhere we can’t escape these wars. (K)
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Thank you, K. Imagine that this was the hottest and driest time of year. I should go now.
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Yes!
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Wonderful art works countered magnificently by your poem 🙂
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Thank you, Not Pam. 🙂 I’m glad you found them working well together.
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Those statues are beautiful, especially in that setting, and I love your poem!
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Thank you, Sarah! 🙂 That was a nice visit, even though it was really dry and hot.
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How well you managed to combine the nonet form, the photograph of the boy, to create a poem that fits like a glove. The repetition of ‘Chin up’ is powerful. Sounds like a reminder to remain positive. Lovely!
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Thank you, Smitha! I’m glad that you’re reading it as intended. I think we all need this reminder sometimes.
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Another of your beautiful posts, Manja!
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