Tuscan Irrelevancies II: why not Asciano?


A mid-distance photograph of the ancient Tuscan hilltop town of Cortona, with its historical buildings and bell tower nestled into a lush green hillside dotted with cypress and olive trees. The image's quiet beauty and timeless feel serve as a visual counterpoint to the poem's comparison of Cortona's fame to the historical obscurity of Asciano.
Cortona under cloud
Is it your ancient Etruscan walls, melon tombs 
monumental funerary altar
tabula cortonensis
strategic control of territorial swathe

I too have my Etruscan necropolis, Roman baths
central position
anchoring Creta senesi, River Osborne
and torrent Copra

weren’t we both then
largely abandoned by history
suborned by wealth subdued by battle
slumbered through a count of centuries


what sly whimsy decreed that you be
favoured destination for spending sprees
while a-straddle the autostrada
i am the one to fade away

Under the Tuscan Sun

your thoughts?