We write for fun
The Cote d’Azur
Sun-kissed they lie
Beneath a fig tree
The smell pervades, invades the senses
Enveloping me
Looking at the dappled sky
I know, I too could fly
The aroma of pine trees
Hover around me
Intoxicating the breeze
The pungent stench of Brie de Meaux
The rich red wine,
fillet de boeuf and frites to go
Escargots bathe in garlic
A glace vanille to lick
A golden croissant
Thick, aromatic bouillon
For the little one, a bon bon
The smell of the sea
All encompassing, salty, free
We walk on fine white sand
Glowing, hand-in-hand
The hordes arrive and on the road,
the petrol fumes assault our sense,
causing offence
The essence of summer on the French Coast
Perfect, almost
With a haze of shimmering heat
Glorious foods to eat
A beach within reach
A wine so fine
A language to love
A summer to recall
Once and for all
Lilli Dunn– March 2017