Exceptional Free Verse Free Verse Collection : The Road to Salamanca by tfawcus

We drove to Salamanca, you and I, a bleak greyness of snow on distant mountains, the foreground rocky, harsh and unforgiving, a landscape of grey-green ghosts and pining. A solitary bull breathed thin vapour across our final olive grove, and fog swirled, licking at the edges of our relationship. The ancient town disgorged a soup of salt cod, spinach and chick peas the last vestige of warmth as daylight drained from the cobbled streets and left us to face our reality. Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes Although inspired by the harsh landscape on the road between Madrid and Salamanca, this poem is not autobiographical. Image: Van Gogh: Landscape with Olive Tree and Mountains in the Background December 1889 © Copyright 2024. tfawcus All rights reserved. tfawcus has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.