Venice Dawn – Poetry by Kate Meyer

Isaac Levitan – Canal in Venice

Slow-drifting waves of hours accumulate 
Like acqua alta’s rise, from dawn to late 
They surge by light of steady-glowing lamps
Rousing shadowed streets and drowsy ramps.
Guardians of the gondolas’ tethered flocks
In the fold of night’s fast-anchored docks
Which underpin the city’s staked pontoon
And dream amidst the swell of its lagoon. 
So dawn’s ripples spread their stippled light 
On ochre palace walls; so ends Venetian night. 
As shuttered windows blank encroaching day 
They stare through slitted lids in stark dismay 
At floating tourist-floods who peer and point 
And put their gilded noses out of joint; 
Each is a jaded doge, whose ebbing pride 
Cannot repel the onslaught of time’s tide. 


About the Poet

Kate Meyer-Currey was born in 1969 and moved to Devon in 1973. A varied career in frontline settings has fuelled her interest in gritty urbanism, contrasted with a rural upbringing. Her ADHD also instills a sense of ‘other’ in her life and writing. County Lines (Dancing Girl Press, forthcoming 2021).

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