Winds buffet, blow through us
carrying the sun’s dying heat
as it dips towards the sea
crescented by clouds, it readies for tomorrow.

Beyond the reclaimed plains, the hills
in the distance hold the lights of Sermoneta,
warm jewels in obsidian bedrock; a tiara'd
cluster around Castello del Caetani.

The oranged moon arrives over the mountains,
clementines as it climbs towards midnight;
mirrored by Monte Cassino’s burning
southwards below the Gustav Line.

Our heads turn north towards Kesselring
who holds Rome open to all but us.
Luna lights our path, but whispers
only to me of the deaths to come.

09/07/2006

Author's Note: Pretty much as it came to me - would appreciate any comments/suggestions etc.

Posted on 09/07/2006
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