Sonnet for France


We could catch the Eurostar, see the world glide past

Like a swallow of white wine, rose shadows,

Tipsy on travel, scenery sliding by in gulps

Tiredness merging the countries together


We can create a sign language of place and touch

A jig saw ofParis, views from la grande rou wheeling

Us up to the Eiffel tower, sketched by school children

Suddenly real. A man spun web catching the city


By its hands. The Notre Dam tolling the hours, deep noted Bourbon

Boat skating on theSeinewatching French men smoke

Pigeons in fountains and bad accents asking for coffee

La patisserie, la boulangerie and fromage foaming into one taste


We could catch the night line to Paris, cross the border

Rearrange sentences into the French order.


About Quad

The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.
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