Tag Archives: medville
le vent
le vent the wind dances downthe valley of the Rhoneand kisses the Golfe du Lionbefore turning eastwardand following the coastto Medville she comes in many formsgentle soothing caressingher lightness of touchbringing welcome relief from summer heatorshe arrives suddenly in angerstripping … Continue reading
drowning
Click here to hear the poet read his words: drowning I wander by the sea wall around the port of St Tropez the mist drifts soft across the gulf the coast like you seems far away two anchors sprawl across … Continue reading
forever
Click here to hear a reading of this poem: I remember when I met you the first time we laughed together I made myself a promise that I’d love you forever it wasn’t always easy your moods were often black … Continue reading
dancing anchors
Ear Phones Recommended: I climb onto the sea wall around the port of St Tropez the mist drifts soft across the gulf the coast like you seems far away two anchors sprawl across the rocks tempted lovers touching hands I … Continue reading
The Photographer – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant walk a tight rope The idea quite frankly appals But squeeze him in a barrel And with no hint of a quarrel He happily plunges over the Falls This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of … Continue reading
The Light – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant deny that he’s different He tends to stand out in a crowd His ears look better shrunk He has tusks and a trunk That holds more water than the average rain cloud This is a weekly invitation to write a … Continue reading
15th August 1944
15th August 1944 The little town is empty, not a soul to be seen. Le Maquis, the French Resistance movement, pass the word to the villagers and the remaining families withdraw into the foothills of the Maures. In the morning … Continue reading
Carnival Day – Haibun Thinking
AnElephantCant contemplate his life here Without the pleasures of eating and drinking So he continues to scribble About all sorts of nibbles And posts it here on his blog but not Haibun Thinking In the face of mounting indifference, AnElephant … Continue reading
Ghost Ship – Sunday Photo Fiction
AnElephantCant write something scary Just because Al’s photo is a creepy old fog He decides to have fun Spread some jam on a bun And run around happily like a multi-tailed dog This is a weekly invitation to write a … Continue reading
A Quiet Town – Haibun
AnElephantCant stand loud noises He even has a quite quiet and hushful trumpet There is no standing ovation When to his great consternation The giraffe next door acquires a drum kit A Quiet Town The fountain under the lights reflects … Continue reading