The Three Year Ball

at the dVerse Poet’s Pub

 The most famous view in Florence

I’m invited to a party
Well, more than a party: a ball.
Not any old ball but the ultimate,
in Florence, no less, in Boboli, beside the Pitti,
where I first wrote poetry in company
until two in the morning exhilarated by Italy,
by poetry, by friends.
Will there be poetry this time?
There must be, as all the guests are poets
and when poets get together
there’s no stopping them.

I’m too excited to think straight
let alone to prepare fancy food.
I’ll take  French patisserie, instead,
some champagne and crusty French bread.
Have I time to visit the coiffeur?
Go to Town to buy a new dress?
I’m having such a bad hair day –  a mess.
What the heck do I care,
I’ll just get on that train and be there.

To be continued, with a little bit of luck

 Pitti Palace from half way up the Boboli

Photographs © Vivienne Blake, 2008

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29 Responses to The Three Year Ball

  1. I think this was a come as you best can Viv, so I am sure I saw you there, having fun, as was I. Lovely poem Viv, well done, celebratory.

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  2. ayala says:

    Wonderful celebration 🙂

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  3. Hey, if you bring good bread to the party, I say to hell with your hair and a new dress!! Ah, real champagne, French. Now that is living! Amy

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  4. Champagne and crusty French bread sound good to me! Oh, and don’t worry about the hair—we’re all friends here, after all!

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  5. Glenn Buttkus says:

    This seems to be the blow out party of the year; been going on for 2 days now, so the reverie has slowed a bit; how marvelous you had been there when younger; think of the nifty poems you could write while there now!

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  6. Jeff says:

    Nicely done–your enthusiasm is contagious!

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  7. Susan says:

    I feel the enthusiasm, note the joy. Let your hair down and recall!

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  8. rmp says:

    no need for a new dress or a fancy do…all you need is a a verse or two…for I imagine as you do that when a group of poets get together there will be plenty of stanzas dancing around.

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  9. i have roots from France in family tree..and WILL LOVE TO GO THERE..ONE DAY2!

    BUT TO SEE! photos will suffice for now..

    So smiles!

    And hope you enjoy the rest..

    of the Ball of life!

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  10. Sumana Roy says:

    wonderful celebration going on..isn’t it?…lovely lines Viv…

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  11. Gabriella says:

    Do not worry about the hair style or the dress, your words and yourself are all that matter.

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  12. Mary says:

    Sounds great. Champagne and French bread can’t be beat. Don’t worry about buying a new dress. Those of us who never met you before will never know. Smiles.

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  13. claudia says:

    yes – if there are poets together, you cannot stop them… here’s to a wonderful night of poetry and dancing and celebrating life

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  14. I’ve been on that train. I’ll meet you at the station and install you at my hotel – Hotel Botticelli, walk past the Duomo up to the Arno across the Pontevecchio and you will tell me about your discoveries in the Boboli and I will tell you about dining with my friends next to the Uffizi and discussing what we saw there and at the Vatican Galleries, talking of poets and painters, drinking wine full of stars. Can’t wait to see you!

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  15. hey, don’t mind the hair! I won’t comb mine if you don’t either… smiles

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  16. So marvelous that you were there once, writing poetry……….loved this, Viv….

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  17. Nara Malone says:

    A poet’s ball. No worries about hair or dress, the company is all that counts.

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  18. Oh, to think you were really there, writing poetry. Je suis tellement jalouse! I can feel the enthusiasm here.

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  19. Beautiful visuals and I feel the joy of your words making me smile. 🙂

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  20. wolfsrosebud says:

    why do we always think of the hair

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  21. brian miller says:

    haha…love the enthusiasm…and dont mind the hair…after a turn on the dance floor it would be all out of place any way….ha….i would love to visit for real one of these days…pretty cool writing poetry in company…i imagine italy would totally give me overload…

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  22. Linda says:

    How very joyous and exciting! Champagne and crusty French bread . . . Perfect~

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