Auvillar. Photo by Jean-jacques QUEYRIE via flickr
Just back from leading the poetry workshop in Auvillar, France (“O Taste and See”) sponsored by the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, and it was so delicious that I am seriously considering doing it again (and again and…) Wrote my little heart out. I’m including here a lyric from a previous summer’s lusciousness. Blue Fifth Review was kind enough to publish this one.
I Want You Here
So badly my fingertips ache
roses droop against the stones
the green light of the Garonne
stuns my eyes
I talk to dogs to my chair
listen at the neighbor’s door
The old stones of the village are too smooth
The stubble of your chin would do
I want you here so badly
I can taste your salt
I’d save a place or two for your mouth
listen hard to your tongue
we’ d coo like ma d doves
become ballads legends
climb to the centre ville
devour the first May cherries
pilgrims
at home in each other
beneath the blue sheet
of sky.
Marilyn Kallet
Blue Fifth Review, 2009