Tryst – a story of Venice

by Barbara Maria Rathbone

“There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.”

Francesco Petrarca

July 20, 1304 – July 19, 1374

There were three months I hardly spoke at all, so struck was I with such a place, a torment of the senses. I glided down the rivas, watching spools of ribald light throw rainbows of colour, which ducked under bridges, catching the seraph sterns of the gondolas. She was but three breaths and a corner away, behind her iron lace curtain, her quiet sighs warming her camphor drenched tissues, with which she wrapped her pearl, silken arms, just in case…

The beginning.  The rest is all Venice. These words were inspired by Canzoniere of Petrarca (Petrarch), the poet whose entire life was defined by longing, of ideal love, by a woman he never really met – Laura de Noves. Then there is the Ospedale della Pietà. All I can say now is – watch this space…