Sabine Hills by Doug Tanoury

In candlelight I marvel
At her Mona Lisa face
Shaped in classic Italian
Her lips forming a smile
Sharp and unambiguous.

Gentle rises and slopes,
Soft inclines and descents,
A landscape rolling with
Trees in full foliage, the
Hills in summer splendor.

I love all to her ancestors
Sleeping in Etruscan tombs
Along winding Roman roads
To that long lineage that brought
Her here I am indebted.

In the valleys vineyards grow
And grapes ripen toward purple
In the moving shadows of
Green leaves animated In an afternoon breeze.

I love the family line that painted
This face sculpted this form
Bottled this vintage, may
They sleep forever sweetly
In Sabine hills.



Doug Tanoury, grew up in Detroit and still lives in the area with his wife and three children. Doug has been published in Writer's Digest, Ego Flights Alura Quarterly and A Year On The Avenue (Two Dog Press). Online he has been published by The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Eclectica, Poetry Magazine, Agnieszka's Dowry, Recursive Angel, The Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks and others. The greatest influence on Doug and his work was the 7th grade poetry anthology used in Sister Debra's English class: Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And Other Modern Verse, Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith, (c)1966 by Scott Foresman & Company.

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