I’ll be immortalised
just like Prešeren
my statue in the town square
will gaze longingly
at your head carved in stone
upon a building opposite
eternally, while tourists pause
to read the tale below
of how I never did get over you.
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A flight of fancy for dVerse
Tonight, De is hosting Quadrille, and has asked us to include the word ‘stone’ in our poems of exactly 44 words.
France Prešeren is Slovenia’s national poet. His unrequited love for merchant’s daughter Julija Primic would haunt him throughout his life, and is reputed to have confessed on his deathbed that he had never forgotten her. His statue in Prešernov Trg, Ljubljana looks across the square to a stone bust of Julija (pictured above.) The stuff that poetry is made of, no?