a Frenchman abroad (the appreciation)

Poem #100 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction


he said

it is perhaps

une coutume française

a french thing
a conceit
you know
to appreciate
the golden crust so

bread
the leavened loaf
sticks
and buns still warm
from the intensity
of the oven

a Frenchman
maybe
appreciates these images
the most

and the smell
the sense of it
for him
may be triggered
by a picture

the smell
in its turn
marks an image
in the mind

it is a
foolish thing
perhaps

he said

but
I
am far from home
living among
(forgive me
mon cher)

living among
the barbarians

with an embarrassed

tchaa!

he pulled open a drawer
at the front
of the dresser

a folio
of photographs

a baguette
entire

a broken
pain
au levain

steam rising from
the Bâtard
of an unknown
boulangerie
back home

a Boule
on a cutting board

Beignets
the bowl filled
to overflowing

it is
a French thing

he said

a conceit

no

an appreciation


© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #101: is his hat

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