Only men sat happily drinking their dark ale
under shady striped canvas awning
that held smell of sea like a emptied shell.
Girls, like fluttering butterflies danced
narrow cobblestone walkways
like flowers pretending not to notice
bees, even though they flutter eyelash
and small brown glances first this way, then that.
Holding mug handles in broad dark hands,
older ones slide their tongues over pint rims,
drawing deeply on small canvases
billowing across their sea.
Black-scarved wives march by with baskets
of long breads and sausages jiggling
under clean checkered clothes
and suddenly everyone is busy with sailboats.
In a list
A contest entry
- Let The Image Stir Your Muse by Errant Panther.
450 points, ended March 5, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I can see myself there with those men, ale in hand, such beauty in the serenity, worthy of a toast to mother nature.
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ty Errant Panther.
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"drawing deeply on small canvases
billowing across their sea."
Brava, my Friend...Beatifully penned, Lady...Good luck in the contest, my Sister...
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ty gf....hope all is well...all is getting mroe tolerable here.
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