An Italian Afternoon is a collection of poems in various forms such as open field, a Terza Rima, a Sestina as well as lyric poems about the author’s travels in Italy and her prolonged stay in Sipicciano looking after two beautiful dogs. The poems capture the essence of Italy: the people, the landscape and the antiquities.

‘In this sequence Wendy Holborow demonstrates her lyrical and descriptive powers to advantage, and transmits to the reader the excitement and freshness of visiting a new place, in this case, Italy. She handles different forms deftly, and includes art history as she shares her experience, with a compulsive lightness to her language.’

                          Patricia McCarthy

An excellent review in Envoi Spring 2019 by Alex Josephy.

‘Vivid, sensuous, beautifully observed, Wendy Holborow's poems perfectly capture the experience of Italy. Pylons and freeways are set against the backdrop of castles and hilltop villages, and contrast with railway lines and dark Stygian tunnels. This dichotomy is reflected in the form: an eclectic mixture of the traditional and experimental, sestina and terza rima rubbing confidently with free verse and concrete poetry.’

              Kathy Miles

In Sestina for David, one of the first poems in the newly-launched Indigo Pamphlets collection, "An Italian Afternoon", poet Wendy Holborow asks Michelangelo's famous statue if it noticed her "sensibilities grew immense" as she pushed her way through the crowds to see it. Readers of this collection will certainly notice this poet’s sensibilities. The poems are suffused with them, whether she is arriving in Venice or blackberry picking in Sipicciano. Capturing sights, sounds and sensations that are familiar to everyone - trains and tunnels, the behaviour of birds and beasts, the nature of heat and rain - Wendy Holborow invests sharp observation with a poignancy heightened by unfamiliar circumstances. She is also adept at employing sometimes unusual but brilliantly appropriate poetic forms. I was particularly impressed with On the train to Rome which captures the rhythm of the train with exceptional panache. This slim volume is a joy to pick up and read in one sitting, "hoovering crumbs of memory" in many a reader, as well as the writer, I suspect.

                  Lucia Crothall

'Blackberry Picking in Sipicciano' was published on the Poetry Space website:

and in their Winter Showcase Journal.

'A gentle poem that took me with its author on a slow and unplanned walk where dusty countryside contrasts vividly with succulent berries.' 

               Di Coffey (Editor)

Is there an antidote to a cold wet Welsh winter? For me it is "An Italian Afternoon" by Wendy Holborow. An evocative and lyrical poetry collection. The light and warmth of Italy practically bursts from pages such is the level of nuanced detail. The reader is left with a real feeling of time and place. The collection includes a wonderful sestina, a fiendishly difficult poetry form to master. The shaped poems capture the changing patterns of light and darkness and is the feeling and warmth of light that stays with the reader. Highly recommended.

                  Phil Knight

​A beautiful and evocative collection of poems by a skillful, perceptive poet that perfectly conjures up memories of Italian holidays for me. Highly recommended.

                  Wendy White

Wendy  Holborow's new book, An Italian Afternoon should be sponsored by the Italian Tourist Board and provided free at every NHS hospital and every doctor's surgery to all those suffering from lack of sunlight and the SAD disorder. Its poems take the reader into the warmth of an Italian summer and its sights and sounds from the incessant background chattering of the cicadas to the poet following the sun around the yard like a cat and, when it gets too hot, inducing coolness by relaxing near the fountain. She hymns a Sestina of praise to Michelangelo's David and takes the reader with her to the Sulphur Springs of Alviano and on the train to Rome and finds joy in the simple act of blackberry picking in Sipicciano. An Italian Afternoon is as good as a season ticket to the land of the Tuscan sun and all its attendant delights.

                         Alan Roderick

                                               SAMPLE POEMS




Do not sail into the city on a dark marmorial

December morning with nothing visible

but teasing lights of sporadic Christmas trees

under graceful awnings, like baubles

adorning a woman’s neck.


As dawn flirts with night,

abandoned gondolas poise like

mute black swans, wings hunched against

icy tracery of exploded lace.

A disconsolate seagull hovers.


Yet in spring, mists veil the land

like a bride waiting to be revealed.

The rising orange sun displays

an escort of singing gulls.

Venice steals into view, a pearl              

like those nestled around the bride’s throat.




abstracting words       sounds        sentences

verses       whole poems         and narratives

from a void that seems unfillable

until inspiration is bogged

down like a boat sucked into sand


stuck needing a huge wave

to dislodge it




her solitude annihilated

by the imminent arrival of certain of her friends

whipped up in a whirlwind

of tasks       preparations      the mundane

that takes her away        from the sublime


people have stolen the words that come

in her isolation – extinguished

them with babble and chatter – her mind

clogged by an idle clutter of words


she should live like the artist Lear

who preferred to write letters

than have friends intrude

into his solitude