Color it Italian
by
Elisabeth H.
copyright 08-18-2006
Age Rating: 13 to 127
Picture Credits:
Memories flash back to a warm, morning melody...
the music was magical; it floated through the air. Pitch black notes scattered across the cafe wall; a trio of jazz players.
The water near Venice sparkled clear and blue. Fishermen nets of ruby red lobster and crab, piled on the old, wooden dock. In another net, flopped tireless, slippery trout, scales all the shades of rainbow.
He and I would stroll down old, forgotten paths as we passed the house of a famous cook, a variety of spices wafted out through an open window. Our noses picked up some of the flavors; sun-dried tomato, oregano, basil. As we walked further along through gorgeous green orchards, we spotted sweet, succulent grape vineyards, planted in ordered rows. Glorious, golden sunflowers waved gently in the breeze as clusters of them stood in the backdrop of the manor yard, accenting the entire garden and it's crisp, cascading fountain located in the center.
Ancient, Roman Catholic chapels, stooped high; holy and magnificent. Whitewashed condos of pastel sat side by side, slender and still.
Memories flash back to a cool, midnight melody...
on a lonely, romantic beach, he and I sat back to back as we gazed up into the autumn sky. I felt his arms lock around my waist as he gently pulled me to my feet. He turned me around to face him, my cheeks burned as he leaned in for "the kiss"...but then he pulled back as he struggled toward temptation. Quickly I snatched back his hand and pulled him back into my arms as I pressed my lips against his. Bella notte!
Help Us Stop Plagiarism -
Nearly all works at PnP are original. However a few people choose to plagiarize.
To check, choose a phrase from the work, then either drag and drop to the search box or copy and paste.
click on search and works at Google will be shown which match. Just to be sure, please do this before
you recommend or rate the work highly...
I'm impressed. You have painted a wonderful picture in words. I've been to Italy once, and this piece makes me want to go back.
One small critique about grammar:
A couple times you used the phrase "Him and I", when in fact it should be "He and I".
I agree with Roger. The form, the imagery and it's relation to your feelings are the talents one only sees in good professional writers.
You can save this one for publication. I will save it for my scrapbook.
That was beautiful! Simply beautiful, you really have a way with words. Also, your very descriptive I love the image I conjure up when I read this! Great Job!
Elisabeth, I am confused. If you are an old person like me, then you are a magnificent writer. If you are a teenager, as you claim to be, then you are a Gifted Writer! Before I commented on this piece, I clicked myself to your page and read some of your comments about being a child, being a Mormon and your career choices. I was looking for an indication of your age. But I guess that really doesn't matter, because wisdom has no age! I must say to you, my dear Elisabeth, that I have not read anything of this magnitude (coming from a teenager) in a while. You have an aptitude for imagery beyond your age and your vocabulary is rich and textured. In one of the most fascinating and exciting ways possible, you took me by the hand and showed me a little piece of Italy. Your descriptions are awesome and your ability to capture the moment is beyond your years. The fluidity is outstanding, but what was mostly moved by and liked the most was the conclusion. You cleverly held my attention and suspended it in midair, until you decided that it was time to go! Congratulations, Elisabeth, you are a natural and talented writer. I will definitely be reading more of your work, until then, stay healthy and whether you become a vet or not, which I'm sure you will, please do continue to mesmerize your audience, just like you mesmerized me!
Welcome !
