The High Street

Roaming the endless
fields of poppies flowering
in a land of milk and honey
forever flowing
gracefully she comes
to find me mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun

Upon her lips
a most sacred invitation
of passions relentless
To sup
from creation’s loving cup
Eclipsed and transfixed
upon a pinnacle
of weightlessness
Always within
the whispered question
Will I measure up
to the deepest warmth
of her tenderness glistening?

For her love
I am forever curious
Lost in the throes
of a blinding osmosis
upon a bed of roses
Light particles
of exploding grace
caught and released
from the snares of Eros
Out of mortal reach
In love’s hot pursuit
of blue sky research

All along the High Street
where heaven and hell meet
she is the space in-between
Her kingdom come
upon a thirsting tongue
of the total sum
held in blissful suspension
Our finite destination
as on a pallet
of pigments blending
The cosmos unfolding
Her loving taste
has become
my pure addiction

~ David B. Redpath © 2019

Artwork;
Venus of Urbino ~ by Tiziano Vecellio

Sleeping Ariadne … Uffizi Dreaming

A nice night in Tuscany
for a white Italian wedding

A Big Caledonian Clock
located on the Isle of Skye

Photography;
David & Linda Redpath © 2019

96 thoughts on “The High Street”

    1. Thank you very much, Vanessa.
      Linda & I were staying a few weeks in the
      Tuscan village of Prato when most of the
      inhabitants dressed up in white for a
      summer’s night banquet. It was a local
      annual event. I thought it was the perfect
      setting for a wedding, so I’ve used a bit
      of poetic licence 😎

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  5. Woah David
    Almost made Stella speechless
    Umm a most wonderful poem
    And side of you
    I enjoyed every single line
    And photo
    Especially the last
    This moved to my #1 favorite poem of yours!👏👏👏

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      3. Haha
        With your words David
        You place your heart
        On the corner
        Of the street called love……
        We all take a sample
        As we pass and we find it sweet
        Inspiration from above brings the best kind of love:)

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      8. Trump has enough vitriolic tweets for everybody.
        So in a way, he’s an equal opportunity President.
        But as you well known, Punam, I never make
        comment on other people’s dysfunction 😎

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    1. The Reclining Venus was painted by Titian around 1530. Attitudes regarding gender
      roles have changed a bit since then;

      “Overall to conclude Venus of Urbino
       painted by Tiziano Vecellio commissioned by Guidobaldo della Rovere was a painting which showed martial obligations for a wife. This is suggested by the symbolism such as the sleeping dog to represent fidelity and the child and woman to symbolise motherhood.”

      The photos from Tuscany are actually of a
      White Festival. A once a year celebration in
      the town of Prato. No wedding, or Virgins
      being sacrificed. But definitely a perfect
      occasion to stage a one (a wedding that is) 😎

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      2. I’d avoid Florence during the peak tourist season.
        I almost got trampled by an infantry of Chinese
        tourists, marching in formation. With their
        armoury of steel roller luggage, being led by the
        tour group commander holding up a little red
        flag, they weren’t going to stop anything.
        A mother holding her baby only just managed
        to get out of their path . . . thank God.
        I still have nightmares of that little red plastic
        flag on a pole relentlessly advancing 🚩😱
        But Florence to Venice is an absolute must,
        so best go late spring, or early autumn 😎👍

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  22. A great love poem about the beauty of Eros, David.
    I loved the pictures of the Tuscan white wedding day, David.
    All that was needed was Billy Idol singing White Wedding Day in the Tuscan language.
    Liked the big Caledonian clock on the Isle of Skye.
    Never saw that when I was there.
    All I remember of Skye was standing in a farm field and being greeted by an overly friendly long haired Highland cattle bull.
    Which made me glad I wasn’t Bonnie Prince Charlie wearing a kilt at the time.

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    1. Thanking you in Neo Classical Mount
      Olympian style, Chris.
      As an Italian Billy Idol would sing
      … 🎶 “More More Amore!” 🎶

      I found that reasonably large Caledonian
      clock in the town of Portree. I was on my
      way to become the first person to climb
      Mount Storr … wearing thongs 👍
      We did see plenty of shaggy, long horned,
      highland cattle. Even saw some horny ones
      shagging 😎

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  25. Crazy beautiful and sweet. Love all of this!!! You are good medicine, David. My really bad mood that I’d not been able to shake since yesterday afternoon has completely evaporated….Yay, Thank You and Cheers!!! 💖💖💖

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      2. In my brief sojourn,
        I’ve done time
        beating the pavement.
        The high life is nice, but
        does not bring peace of mind.
        Love is the true penthouse.
        Those who know love
        … know God💛
        Within heavens lighthouse
        all creation’s beauty & glory
        is on eternal display …
        A celestial art gallery ♾️ 🌅

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