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Provençal

September 14, 2012

The tiles of Avignon tilt
umber and I fall
again under cobalt skies

the savour of your skin mingling
with soft cheese, dark balsamic
and the cool clink of rosé –

it swirls shady and alight
with us, lingering lunch
below these honeyed walls.

Brides and their grooms troop, pristine,
across the stippled square,
group before the Mairie and smile

the smile of their lives – while we
sip the afternoon to a soporific halt
and fall again in sunflower fields, the dry

earth rough on my back and our hands
tilting the sinking sky Cezanne’s
impossible blue.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Linking to the Tuesday night round the world poetry read that is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/

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23 Comments
  1. Oh Becky, utterly perfect.

  2. nice…this is beautiful….love the way you lay out the meal in the second and third stanzas very nice…and you continue to sweep me away from there…

  3. Impossible blue… what an adj ‘impossible’ is… great piece Becs

    • and impossible not to use it…. but will have to avoid using up my quota and driving it into cliche.. 🙂 Thanks Luke, good to know you enjoyed it.

      • quota.. hehe… yes it’s a bit like that isn’t it? I blame Rumi, Gibran and Hafiz for ‘soul’ being so awfully unusable now (also the Romantic poets)

  4. Paralleling clear, blue memories of mine of the Côte d’Azur. Thank you for that!

  5. Sounds like memories from a wonderful vacation. Lovely.

  6. Great inspiration taken from a great inspiration. Isn’t all the best art an arc of the same big circle? So tastefully done, such wonderful pictures within pictures.

  7. You have such a knack for creating a sense of place, Becky. I spent time in a couple of villages in the Jura and in Brittany. Felt the connection reading this.

  8. Thanks so much for these thoughtful comments… yes, undeniably the intensity of the emotion and place was an inspiration. I’m very happy to hear I could capture some of that and pass it on. 🙂

  9. rosé, balsamic, cheese..i can taste this poem…inhaling deep…it’s beautiful becky…never been to avignon but would love to go there some day..love…sipping the afternoon to a soporific halt..

  10. while we
    sip the afternoon to a soporific halt
    and fall again in sunflower fields

    (adopting a Scottish accent)

    it’s a wheat dream of a Pome! ;D

  11. 1emeraldcity permalink

    Perfect Southern France imagry…sensous, delightful!

  12. This is *sigh* material. Beautiful.

  13. I’m so in love with this!

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