.
it’s crowded
shabby-ness,
a narrow stair
leads to the 2nd floor
more–
people,
talking french
with hands&feet
on tiny tables,
squished
into a low-top
roof space,
brimming
with the sound
of glasses/porcelain/
clanging//laughter,
we’re the only
non-french,
la menu du jour
//12,50 €
“rouget– is that fish?”
my husband asks
“it could
be anything”
we order,
next to us,
some wrinkled friends,
cheese plate,
glass of red//
excited conversation,
“loving it here”
i smile
lazy//life,
behind my back,
a teeny spiral stair
(almost hit my head)
winds up
to the only toilet,
“there’s no button
for the flush” i say,
“just a piece of wire
out the tank”
&goat cheese
aromatic/ly
deliCious
on my lips
“the fish
is fabulous”
“madame,
l’addition
s’il vous plaît”
“ah/voilà
monsieur”
she jots
the calculation
on the tablecloth
in night-black
marker
&we leave the tip
right next to it,
it won’t increase
nor decrease
one ounce of her friendliness,
she’s who she is,
“independence’s
what i call this”
i smile deep-
ly satisfied,
as we step out,
kissing//
chatting,
&my raspberry red trench coat
mingles giggling
with the azure rain
.
tony has us write nerudian odes at dVerse today using short lines… so write an ode to your subject or object of choice & join us at 3pm EST when he opens the pub doors..
Beautiful Claudia – a perfect use of the form. I can see, hear, taste and smell this restaurant as though I were there myself. The short lines work so well for the subject – they give time to savour each image.
Can I suggest on extra line-break? In the third to last line, i>trench coat could be a line on its own giving:
&my raspberry red
trench coat
this just gives the reader pause to consider what might be raspberry red; a beret, shoes, your lipstick … smiles
Love how real it felt.. I really love the feeling of that small French restaurant… you made the reader walk along you… really very sweet… (and perfectly your own voice… )
Welcome to my world! C’est tres magnifique! I love the poem and the painting. Both capture ma vie en rose! Merci beaucoup!
really very nice….yours is alive and so in the moment…i like that much…and sounds like fun times as well…the seemingly random bits are very cool and fill in the picture, like the bathroom…ha…well played….
I like the personal touch of the sketch and stretch, Claudia… Such a cheap trip to France you took us on!
P.S.-I’m sure that Hemingway ate there. There’s only one bathroom because he stole the urinal… 😉
Claudia, you have really given a picture of your surroundings in that restaurant….loved the details such as the tiny spiral stair and the toilet that needed a wire to flush, the food on the menu, the waitress with her ‘independences,’ etc. Nice that you were able to experience a bit of local flavor in a French hangout rather than a place meant solely for tourists! I enjoyed!
AH! The simple life, expressed in language of simplicity. It is not for everyone.
But for who allows their heart to enjoy, it is heaven…in advance!
Thanking you, Claudia, for this lovely ode of “loving”…
…and PEACE.
…and the drawing–hung encased in non-glare-glass–would charm ALL who entered either home, gallery, or castle. BELIEVE that, Ma’am!
Almost hit your head going to the loo, geez, death by having to poo. That would be bad more than a tad lol
I would love to eat here. The aromas, the relaxed toes, the writing on the tablecloth, the happiness, the giggling raincoat … Thanks for making it seem I could reach out and touch it! (The comment I wrote yesterday may still show up–just pick one!)
i love this, chatty, friendly, atmospheric.. by the end i feel i know the place, was there too.. & oooh, these lines:
my raspberry red trench coat
mingles giggling
with the azure rain
are delicious! the sketch delightful
I love the painting and the words painted raspberry red & tasting delicious as goat cheese ~ Cheers ~
You promised a trip to Nice, and you delivered in spades, baby; will save us a lot of cash needed to go there ourselves; the old couple next to you, the menu in French, daring to order whatever, the wine staining your lips, the bare feet, the winding staircase to urination, the shabby tank controls–& of course, the whipped cream on the event, your watercolor; sweetness without sarcasm; thanks.
Very well done Claudia. I am glad to see someone used some longer lines. >KB
I love this! You’ve really created quite the picture here. Love that you’ve described the waitress and the food and so many of the fine details!
Both picture and poem have an unbridled nature to them. Loved them. Many thanks.
Greetings from London
Claudia, I re
Claudia, I really enjoyed your poem and your keen observations! Seeing my fellow countrymen and women from your perspective was very interesting.
“talking french / with hands&feet” – lovely line!
Ah, so you loved Nice, then?! I can taste the goat’s cheese and the immersion into being in a different place 🙂
merveilleux, Madame ~
Thanks for the trip. Maybe someday but till then – this was lovely.
You feed all my senses in this little bit of France. Lovely.
delightful and colorful. this takes me on a sense-filled trip. esp. love the cheeses the kissing and the chatting.
This is a wonderful little scene. I love all the senses in this piece. 🙂
You brought out the goodness of that dainty little restaurant most realistically, Claudia! One can almost be sitting there! Great Write!
Hank
This is brilliance…OH and I love the title. 🙂
Lovely capture of the place…great imagery and the feet have a certain ‘je ne sais quoi” about them:)
I love this! You created such a lovely & vivid atmosphere … I feel like I was there. Especially love the raspberry red raincoat & azure rain. Enjoyed this much 🙂
The lines are short but so descriptive. Sounds like a great evening enhanced by the server’s good attitude.
Une causerie francaise marche 80% avec les mains.
..wrinkled friends…clanging porcelain…excellent..thanks for taking us to Nice today ;)…I thought for a moment you were going to write ‘raspberry beret’…
So much of this makes me think of those watercolors of Parisian life — the cafe and its happily rained-upon society, the rustic accoutrements, as if they were required for entering a happiness still available, in rare places. As if the only way you could enter it was by placing your bare feet up on the table. Sweet stuff, Claudia.
Now see what you’ve done – I want to eat some camembert.
What an array of images! Magnifique! 🙂
One thing I can always count on here is that you will take me on a journey…your
use of images is amazing..
Super charming, Claudia– a wonderful feel of place and mood that you have sketches and love the feet. K.
Oh, I just love this…ah but I totally love the French way of doing meals and simplicity of approaching certain life issues…a delightful read.
French are… French
nobody can match them in certain aspects 🙂
teeny-tiny things forming the very base of life-support !!
Jyo, as you wrote, everything is made up of teeny, tiny things–EVEN THE TEENY, TINE THINGS! (sigh,,,,wisdom!)
What a lovely poem – it captures the images we enjoyed in France – where to trust the chef is to invite delight
Traveling with you. Your expressive art and in depth writing about each destination brings comfort that the world is still intact to see someday. Great details!
Love goat cheese, red wine and especially that last line–raspberry rain coat mingles with azure rain–wonderful!!