by Camille Pissarro 1897
Dabs of paint reflect the magic
of that cliché of romance, Montmartre.
Post-Baron Haussman’s inspired re-working
not so different now as then.
Broad boulevards still bustle with life and charm.
Multiple chimneys still warm elegant apartments,
beneath mansard ateliers of hungry writers and artists,
now studio flats of wealthier workers;
luxury and squalor jostle together then as now.
Napowrimo Starts today, and has given us a head start with an early prompt to write an ekphrastic poem. I’m hoping the company of so many poets writing together will give me the oomph to emerge from the poetic doldrums where I’ve been languishing for quite a while.
Elizabeth Crawford has given a list of words as a prompt, of which I rather meanly only used one, but the others may appear later…
Terrible admission, Viv, but I was too busy admiring the painting! 😦
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I like it that Paris is holding its own.
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One is good Viv. And oh how I’d like to visit this place, teeming with history and life long lived.
Elizabeth
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Luxury and squalor all jostled together. Montmartre sounds like an interesting place to visit. If only I had the time. 🙂 Nice work, Viv. Much of what you wrote reminds me of the changes in Bozeman, Montana. Happy April!
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A lot of Paris has hardly changed from that 1897 painting, except that the vehicles are now motorized.
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You’ve captured the spirit of Montmartre very well indeed. I spent a week there,with a friend, ten years ago and have many fond memories.
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