(This poem is about the Torre di Mare in Praiano, Italy, which is a thousand-year-old round tower on a rock jutting out into the sea. It has extraordinary presence, as does Paolo's ceramic work) <br /> <br />See the Enchanter’s Tower, <br />rising from the stony stronghold of his mythic rock <br />rooted with bones <br />exposed above, below half wading in restless waves. <br /> <br />The enchanter’s tower <br />flaring up from green mounds studded with tousled blue cactus, <br />leaning into land, head <br />erect, crowned with weeds, <br />braced against past and future gales, <br />rearing against the placid sea. <br /> <br />Enter the enchanter’s tower. <br />Take the dry scree path. <br />Be led up the swinging stone gangplank <br />watched by the white Lady <br />who guards the enchanter’s world within.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/italian-collection-the-enchanter-s-tower/
