If we made an Eiffel Tower
out of lemon pulp and limbs
would the neighbors jeer from moss-green door frames
or merely envy the taste? Would you offer
a cuppa
to the unarmed crowd
even if they couldn’t put their finger on it?
Or should we visit the Louvre
in picture books while we curl
up on the sofa
wrapped in a blanket
& each other
French-pressed
coffee raining on the table.
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse’s Poetics – Exploring the realm of French Literature. I went with French-inspired imagery.
Other prompts:
- pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #833: lemon, kettle, jeer
- Ragtag Daily Prompt: moss
- Shay’s Word Garden Word List #7: coffee, taste, raining
Often Mumbled Musings 
Thanks for the inclusion Phillip.
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Wow Phillip, this is some wonderful stuff; coffee, poetry, France and all! I love the questions that so fittingly relate to the times of social distancing. To top it all off, more than the coffee, you are quite the multitasking prompter!!
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Thanks so much, Carrie! Much appreciated
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Lots of good imagery and questions here. Seems like these two are very cozy and attuned to each other.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re very welcome, Phillip.
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I wholeheartedly agree with Carrie here 🙂 this is a gorgeous rendition of the prompt, Philip! Thank you so much for writing 💝💝
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Thanks so much : )
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Remarkably elegant. Splendidly done.
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So kind thank you!
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Tough decision but I think I see the way it’s leaning. Btw it’s “SHAY’s Word Garden”, not “Shae’s”.
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Thank you for fixing it 🙂
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Of course! Sorry about that!
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That last stanza option is my kind of activity – so cozy and warm.
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Me too!
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Love this
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Thanks so much 🙂
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This is my kind of poem, the last stanza works for me! 😍
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Creative travel experience in clever verse. I really love the french press and the damp Parisian feel. Just envisioning some music playing in the background.
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So tantalisingly romantic and atmospheric – great stuff, Phillip!
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Phillip, you had me at “Eiffel”
A lovely, lovely poem!
❤
David
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Wonderful…the poem unfolds beautifully into THAT finish….!
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Love the play in this poem and the way it winds into coziness.
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I especially like the coziness of the last stanza–almost a poem in itself.
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Thank so much : )
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So many choices, but the comfort of home get my vote.
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i especially like the last stanza, very clever and cozy… enjoyed very much
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Thank you very much : )
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Ahhhh, I love this and the imagery you evoke. It’s masterful.
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Thanks so much Lucy!
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I really love what you did with this one Phillip. Your metaphors and imagery are perfect!
dwight
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Thanks so much)
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You are welcome!
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Love it! It gave me some much needed smiles. Marvelously creative
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Thanks so much! Glad I could provide a few smiles : )
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I think more and more of us are visiting the louvre and other places while we curl up on sofas only to dream of safe travel to come once again.
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Very true!
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Oooo I like it. French pressed coffee raining… only I saw it as from the sky. I am in the Pacific Northwest, Washington State, on the Olympic Peninsula. I think Seattle would be way smaller if it weren’t for coffee, expresso and fleece. Thank you for contributing.
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Thanks so much 🙂 And you’re probably right – life would be harder there without coffee!
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