Verona: The House of Pain
Severe, it rose from the pink limestone footpath:
A shuttered door, plain,
Gruesome with age, neglected, stained
And graffiti sprayed across its stern, dull facade;
Dark, hunched over that unwelcoming portico,
A decorated arch enthralled.
She glowered, her visage appalled
And the toothless hag spat
At passers-by her spiteful tirade…
Pete Ray
A strange building near the Piazza Erbe in Verona.
One evening, the gateway and especially the decorative arch were both quite grim and the hag’s face on the right side drew my attention…
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