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A Venice Canal, 1868/Eugenio Lucas Velazquez (1817-1870)
What secrets bridge the span as they stand, bestridden
across the damp, ancient sandstone façade?
While the view may appear handsome, it is still forbidden,
since its face, its veneer, remains impenetrable and unsolvable.
Perhaps, in the aged mortar, someone slid in
a secret message or a cipher,
locked within the seams because that person didn’t
want the significance known by man or god,
and so, for all eternity, it shall remain hidden.
Notes: The form is Magic 9, a very fun, addicting form. It was recently featured at Poetic Asides, as the latest in their Forms Challenges. The poem was inspired by Sepia Saturday's picture prompt: