In the form of Shakespeare's forte, (whose 450th birthday was last week) a sonnet. Tony asks us to write one today at dversepoets.com I think it is a lovely form, but little time to do it full justice. I've never been to Havana, just tired to imagine it.
The stars seen from Havana are brighter
They say walking the wharf at night mends hearts
Pain becomes a stranger, the load lighter
'Seek gaiety', the nickel moon imparts
For changing fashion, it could be Paris
Orange blossoms, tobacco scents set the mood
Zarzuela dancers tap on the terrace -
must have something to do with latitudeShadows embrace old written purple prose
of colonial times, revolution
She remembers pigeons in the white snow,
long ago caresses no illusion
Nightingales announce morning skies umber
with the dawn comes new lovers' soft slumber
