A Pastis Pastiche
My first work in a long time. It’s the product of good red wine and warm evening sunshine. You really had to be there!
Walking into golden night,
neath marbled plane and poplar.
Wine the colour of spent love
and warm as old memories.
Fabien took the pig to market,
bringing home an aged kaleidoscope
to view the world a shade
more livid than reality.
Somewhere behind the trees,
Paris descends on the Bourbonnaise.
The magic of the chemin de fer;
all cool jazz and trenchcoats,
laid over autrefois provincial.
Just what the tourist sees
out beyond the Google bubble.
Absinthe making the Art show stronger…