ALLEYWAYS & ANGLED ROOFS... (My poem about a piece of artwork from Nika's Tiny House, Piran, Slovenia...)

 Alleyways & Angled Roofs…

Coloured wooden bricks of various shapes

Were handed to me as a very young lad,

To construct arches and towers which quivered,

Or rudimentary dwellings, or even simple rows

And yet those ideas to me were tedious japes.

So, for a short while I experienced a fad

Of using the bricks as milk bottles to be delivered

To the sofa and chairs, which as houses would pose…

Piran’s angled roofs appeal, enthral and stun

Atop disparate heights of blocks in fatigue,

Like a copse of myriad trees which strain for the sun,

Yet way below, alleyways and passages fascinate:

A miscellany of apartments and windows and shutters,

An assortment of styles, a canopy and indeterminate wiring.

Oh, such a need to explore! For the heart thumps and flutters,

And the charming incongruity one cannot help admiring…  

Pete Ray

Artwork from Nika’s Tiny House, Piran, Slovenia…

I played with those wooden blocks as milk bottles to deliver to different parts of my house as a kid, trying to hold two between the fingers of one hand, like the milk delivery guy used to…