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
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.

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Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 12 years and 5-year-old son. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

39 thoughts on “French-pressed

  1. 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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  2. 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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