— after Canaletto's Grand Canal
There. On the edge of old Canaletto
watery half-moons, sharp prows
bilge, barge, & fret an effulgent canal,
Rhaeto-Romanic rock and roll*
slim in sallow hollows, ginger-apsed
traceries trellis fulvous-faced canals,
fallen empire of barques, debark
bridge of sighs, bridge of spies, carp
sea-like beneath a green piccolo dome.
On crescent ends men gondola fish,
sing silk and spice, inspire aqueous
dreams, scallop and scutter, trawl
fishy souk & ghetto gates lost on a winged
half-croon, floating the turquoise lagoon.
Martha Jackson Kaplan, a Pushcart nominee poet and flash fiction writer, has published in various journals and anthologies. She's twice won or placed in WFOP's Triad Contest. She has recent work at Unlikely Stories, OPE!, and Bending Genres Journal. More about her at marthakaplanpoet.com.