Today something great happened: a joint walk by the lagoon. It’s a holiday, it’s only proper.
Prompt 25: “Our prompt for today (optional, as always) is to write an ‘occasional’ poem. What’s that? Well, it’s a poem suited to, or written for, a particular occasion.“
When I saw that I was to write an occasional poem, I thought that it meant the occasionally good one. But since it’s holiday in Italy, it has combined nicely. And the day ended much better than expected.
Liberation Day Today is officially a holiday in Italy, Liberation Day. Partisans won over fascists. But tomorrow unofficial liberation begins. After months, Italy is turning yellow. It is nothing worse than to be officially and unofficially liberated and still not go anywhere. It will be like animals, long locked up, who are set free but then just stand there. They forgot what a door is for. He likes to cook and doesn't like paying steep Tuscany prices. "Where would you go?" he asks. Don't ask. I didn't even have a coffee in public since October. I have a coloured spreadsheet with 30 pages and 1000 destinations. So just don't ask. First I'll have a kebab in Porto Santo Stefano. He makes a face. But then I envision going alone, wrangling bestia as he is securing the perimeter and my kebab, while I'm losing pieces from it and the sauce is dripping. Maybe not. Another time. When visitors come. Today, to celebrate, we are going to the big supermarket by the lagoon. Crossing the border a day early. I had thought to add “free to spend” and end my poem, but we just returned. And guess what? The supermarket was closed because of the holiday. We had the first joint stroll since August instead. Talking about liberation. I must call in and demand that the shop stays closed more often.
I’m really pleased that I’m able to take you on our stroll immediately after it happened. It’s a glorious Sunday. I hope you’re having one too. This is the lagoon 15 minutes from me, around the town Orbetello.
And yes, tomorrow we turn yellow. Not so sure about Rome and beyond, but I’ll be able to go around Tuscany without any paper or test. I wish you a free spring.
This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2018):
Do not whatever you do around me, beware not to: speak falsely bat eyelashes especially at my man but most of all do not hurt a person or an animal young and defenceless do not groom a child into thinking the world is something else do not make them believe this is what they want because if you do it will not end well for you even if you are far and I don’t know you you’ll see
But I wish to draw your attention to both other NaPo posts from this day:
In 2020, I wrote a wicked stream of con to a monster prompt but it all makes sense, especially with lovely photos of my parents in their garden of Edam and Ava: