Away to France at 4am. Here are some not-quite poems that I wrote last time. 
There will be more this-time writing…
Agde Haiku
The sound of swallows
Clouds salmoning the morning
Coffee steams gently
A Child Stretching
A child stretching
Hauling up the base of her spine
Through her shoulders
Along her arms
Right down
To her fragile wrists
More cat
Than anything
Striding with Bread
They all do it -
Young, not so young
Smart, not so smart
Morning and afternoon
Carrying long loaves
From the artisan baker
Greek Frieze
Trim measured borders
Three figures under arches
Framed with rays of basalt light
Crudely carved and very potent
One is a draped
A pious creature turns to one side
His features all scratched in
A garland on his head
The next one is naked, all
voluptuous, curved breasts
and copious belly
She holds flowers
The third is naked too
But moves briskly to the left
Like a business man in a hurry
To get to work
The Painter
She walks with a cheetah's grace
Her face golden, her drawn back hair
The colour of gleaming putty
Her smile as ancient as the town
She says she paints while keeping shop
Splashes of deep ochre and Agde yellow -
Airy spaces, unfinished figures
Brief encounter
With colour and light.
(Photo Thank you Sean)
Go safely Wendy! I hope France is as peaceful and creative as you deserve!
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