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Verses upon confusing French vocabulary

Maybe it’s just a word for countryside

around Normandy-between the dykes-

or seaweed left behind by the tide

-but I have the feeling it is something else besides.

 

Maybe it’s a thatched cottage in Brittany

-a description of wind blown hay

or some kind of Catholic liturgy,

a phantasy of disorder mixed with pride.

 

Anyway, it sounds green, ancient and lush-

a background to starched peasants in white blouses.

Something painted by Gaugin;

my memory is quite a mush,

having confused it with bricolage.

 

No, no isn’t it simply, basically bocage?

Though another word that now springs to mind is actually,

Cambriolage –which simply means

Robbery!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

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