APRES LE CONFINEMENT by Virginia Hainsworth

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I am in southern France,

relaxing on a balcony,

skin yielding to the warmth of the sun.

Spreading oozing Camembert

onto fresh, crusty still-warm bread.

Biting into a luscious, ripe tomato,

smiling as the juice runs down my chin.

A slightly chilled glass of rosé

is waiting to be relished.

 

Sounds of distant voices, conversing harmoniously.

Far enough away not to disturb the tranquillity

but drifting near enough to soothe,

offering the contentment of community.

 

My body sits in my Yorkshire garden

but my mind has flown to France.

And that will suffice.

For now.

But the time will come.

 

 This poem is exactly 100 words long, excluding the title. It was written in response to the Captain Tom 100 Challenge, set by his family on what would have been his 101st birthday recently. It is published for 17 May, upon the further easing of lockdown measures in England.  

Comments

  1. Vivien17 May 2021 at 19:36

    What a lovely thought, Virginia. At least we're heading in the right direction and, as you say, the time will come.....

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  2. Andrew Shephard18 May 2021 at 10:34

    Perfect for the circumstances and very evocative.

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  3. Owen Townend18 May 2021 at 16:52

    Well done on managing 100 words exactly in this far-reaching poem. Vive La France! Thanks, Virginia.

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  4. Judy Mitchell25 May 2021 at 19:16

    Sensuous. Prompts happy memories of time in France.

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