A week ago I visited the beautiful city of Lisbon, in Portugal. I found the city to be inspirational. It’s uneven rooftops, narrow cobbled streets, panoramic views and monuments were breathtaking!
When I returned to London, I knew that I wanted to capture my visions of Lisbon in words – and so I decided to write six-word-stories over a period of 18 days (nanowrimo inspired me to set this goal).
I began to write the stories a week ago on my social network pages – but now I actually want them to sit together (in the order they were written) so that they form some kind of free-style poem (any ideas what you might call a poem with six word lines over 18 lines? I have no idea!).
Mists rise. Castles fall. Love erodes.
Amalie sings Fado from cobbled terraces.
Funiculars climb; scrape through labrynthine Alfama.
On Belem turrets, gargoyles overhang, screaming.
Peacock Jorge, iridescently fan-tailed, stands inquisitively.
Cristo Rei, atop Almada, sunshine halo.
Hunched woman whispers, “I curse you.”
Mackerel on plate; napkin over head.
Roses, clothes, swing on iron balconies.
Pena Palace; Neo-Manueline arches, fairytale domes.
Sweet tongues succumb to Pastelaria pastries.
Handpainted Azulejo; depict florals, geometrics, history.
Tagus river spills into Atlantic Ocean.
Washed-out pastel facades need lick of paint.
Overhead tram cables streak cerulean skies.
Chilly Sintra tour beckons Lisbon hoodies.
Calcadinho de Santo Estevao; terrace dining.
Discoverers overlook Tagus; Ocean voyages ahead.
When she said “I curse you” she was not referring to a person but to her condition, as all the beauty lies above her line of sight.
That’s a nice interpretation Eric. Thanks 🙂