Tag Archives: Byron Beynon

The Spanish Steps, Rome

i.m. John Keats 1795–1821 The afternoon ends, an open bedroom window looks down at razor-dressed Italians, guide book tourists, a stall ablaze with flowers. The boat-shaped fountain by Pietro Bernini, aground near the Spanish Steps, is broken and boarded. The … Continue reading

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Woman Weighing Pearls

after the painting by Jan Vermeer (1632-1675) He begins with a blank canvas, like a page waiting for the poem whose words will weigh on the heart’s judgement. The pearls flourish, as she gazes gently on scales that will give … Continue reading

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Rembrandt’s House

The odour of canals at war with temperature in a northern city. The exposed beams of oak inside a house sold for thirteen thousand guilders, number 4 Breestraat its character developed with brick, glass, wood, stone, paint and tar. Saskia … Continue reading

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Zone

A scenic vase with flowers on the sill of a house faces the clothes line hung in a February alleyway transformed today into a necklace worn by Venus, queen of laughter, mother of love, rich globules of liquid – pearls … Continue reading

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Tinplate

This is the rain my father knew. My mother would see him to the door as he left for work at the tinplate plant. A worker for all seasons, his continental shift sounded like a dance, a geological movement over … Continue reading

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