Journey in 50 words

I was really happy to hear from an old friend today. I remember how he once told me of a writer (I can't remember who unfortunately...Samuel Beckett? James Joyce?) who used the world luce, which meant light in Italian but also sounded like lucha in Spanish, which means fight..

Well, about a year and a half ago, as I was making mental preparations for the big move back to Hungary, there was a competition in the Isis magazine, Oxford, for a writing of no more than 50 words with the theme of journey. It didn't get published.. but here I publish what I like! This little poem also has a word play or two, some more subtle than others.. Dedicated to Guy.

How much an hour? Thirteen? Since the punt had been helpfully pushed off the bank, it had clocked up the hours of an odyssey. Deposit, ID, disappeared from the clerical box.. sleight of hand?

With deeper streams, jettisoned pole, and a metamorphosing bark; the prigionero’s break di Oxford. Destinazione: Venezia.