Twilight on the Seine: the river plucks
sugared plums from a vista too rich
for so humble a sight. A stroke of yoke
clucks, broods over a custard flourish,
(though it honeys the jolt of aubergine.)
Listen as Heather hums brightly to Violet,
Vive la rose de les villages, while green
dances the Farandole. An artful quiet
snubs the pleas of black-headed gulls,
shuns each lick of russet—no roe deer
are welcomed here. If you seek Cattails,
best look elsewhere. Still, how cavalier
the balm of mauve, prudently winsome,
a mirage well worth the cull of crimson.
This poem was written for the 20 Poem Challenge.
Cyndi MacMillan poetry has recently appeared in Grain Magazine and the Fieldstone Review. Her verse, short fiction and novel-in-progress resentfully compete for her attention. She lives in New Hamburg, Ontario, home to North America’s largest working water wheel. Coffee and family allow ideas to percolate.
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