THE BLUE GROTTO

 The blue seas near the Blue Grotto cave

Mermaids, mantled in mazarine

Fancy sees;

The ocean-sirens, and her, their queen

Of music-charméd memories.

Still breathes the ancient Parthenope.

O'er waters of modern Napoli

Her melodies.

 

Blue, - blue, - beautiful and intense, -

Everywhere:

Spirits, or some one spirit immense,

Breathing and burning in the air;

Making an ardent presence felt,

Till the rocks seemed as like to melt

In the glare.

 

- WILLIAM GIBSON, THE GROTTO AZZURO

 

 Light in the water, in the Blue Grotto cave, Italy
 Our boat driver for the Blue Grotto
 The Blue Grotto light under the water
 Boats near the Blue Grotto, and angry boat men

Blue WONDERS AND DISTANT MEMORIES

The feeling of sea water rocketing into my sinuses - sharper than salt and vinegar chips. 
Barefoot children shouting the word medusa - a swarm of jellyfish. 
An irate group of boatmen, who swear, and curse one another, and sing as they row their dinghies into the blue grotto. 
A cave that is lit from below. The ceiling is dark and the water is illumined like blue flames.
Setting up our hammock on a flimsy metal guard, on a cliff by the sea. Only to have the whole thing collapse in a heap. 
 Hammock-ing in Capri.