I love Positano Copyright © Victor Weston 2010

gazing up aloft, atop, to high in the clouds
a sheer-faced precipitately down
drop to a clear azure blue sea

away from the Bay, of Naples
past the Galli islands
(likened by a tour guide
to a Jane Mansfield look alike),
hidden along the Amalfi coast
quiet, and quite remarkably unspoilt
nothing ugly - is the unbelievably
pretty Positano
descending
by the many flights of steps
to the water’s edge

between a large donut like hole
in a huge towering overhanging rock
through which you may glimpse the moon,
to the coloured tiled dome of the
church of the Assumption of Our Lady of Positano;
such myriads of houses clustered
in a shocked, absorbed folded amphitheatre
each gasping at the view
through terraces of lemon and olive trees

hibiscus and bourganvillea
defining alleys and lanes
artworks and boutiques
restaurants and bars
with proper pizza and ice-cream,
fresh fish from the sea
ceramic fish with smiley faces
friendly locals
characterful;
content to be,
in a pedestrianised paradise