carnivale venezia golden lady

carnivale venezia golden lady (Photo credit: marjolein.visser)

Of carnivores
On with the show
Blood rich life
So adored
In depths below

Coloured lights
Creatures strange
Paraded for art
Souls are lost
To our cost
Stabbed through the heart

Of troubadours
Singing of sin
If you try
To now escape
You’re drawn further in

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Carnivale

  1. Oloriel says:

    A wonderfull read and the picture you chose went so well, it add a bit of extra spice to the atmosphere. Everything read here was so easy to imagine and relate to.

  2. Geo Sans says:



    consuming each other





  3. Reasons why I avoid Carnivale. I always think there is an inside joke. My last one was in Koln and thought I was going to be eaten. Nice job

  4. Love, : “Carnivale
    Of troubadours
    Singing of sin”

  5. Excellent write dear Sis… especially the last verse πŸ˜‰ xxxx

  6. Noora says:

    You are so gifted and productive poet, Helen! I admire your way with words.

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