09-04-2012, 08:15 PM
At Port Limeuil the Vezaire`s swell cold-shoulders the Dordogne,
a snub that causes confluence where these old rivers join.
The long cast heat from promised sun puts mist and midge to flight;
and hirondelles from honeyed arch, erupt into the light.
From shingled shores stout eucalypts, their sweet oiled breath exhale
and heavy lies the vapour on the Dordogne`s twisting trail.
She steps into the silky flow, on stones like warm goose eggs,
each algae-skinned in soft cat’s ears. Cool water shivers legs
and tendrilled, stretched, green tresses lightly brush her dappled loins;
as languidly she lowers herself... and swims in the Dordogne.
tectak
Limeuil, France 2012
Thanks to all who workshopped this effort......and the makers of San Miguel beer.
a snub that causes confluence where these old rivers join.
The long cast heat from promised sun puts mist and midge to flight;
and hirondelles from honeyed arch, erupt into the light.
From shingled shores stout eucalypts, their sweet oiled breath exhale
and heavy lies the vapour on the Dordogne`s twisting trail.
She steps into the silky flow, on stones like warm goose eggs,
each algae-skinned in soft cat’s ears. Cool water shivers legs
and tendrilled, stretched, green tresses lightly brush her dappled loins;
as languidly she lowers herself... and swims in the Dordogne.
tectak
Limeuil, France 2012
Thanks to all who workshopped this effort......and the makers of San Miguel beer.




"the moon was like an edam cheese......." Well, it may look like Edam cheese but surely it would melt in the sun. Oui?