Old Cefalù

Copious cafeteria emanate with the aroma of coffee served in sips.

A Bay At Santa Flavia

See Saint Sicilian Flavia dive dance-like ‘to the sea b’yond Palermo’s reach.

Seabreeze.

In shedding lay’rs, unmade.

‘Midst the sun-burnt blocks blaze orange-walls, the pink of their compan’yuns calling…

Yesh’wa invoked ‘top heaps of plundered wealth…

Flaunted.

Black, white, ‘n grey.

A century upon display; a hundred years they’ve called her home.

A kestrel keeps, keen-sighted.

Tame jackdaw – Caw?! – on headtop.

Merged ‘n ‘mergent Pharaoh Of The Sun!

Ink-Blue Thoughts – A Shop Of Poetry!

Monarchism is self-evidently wrong.

A melody by the a-peeling bells.