DAY 71 - APHRODITE IN ST. PAUL

71.

APHRODITE IN ST. PAUL

Warm July night, air thick with

high-pitched buzz of cicadas

Ancient moonlight puddles the porch floor;

she stretches bare legs from inky shadows 

into the alabaster spill; he thinks of marble

Aphrodite, kneeling in her bath at the Louvre

in distant Paris; the immortal River Seine, 

flowing timelessly beneath the Pont Mirabeau.

His reality is the humble song of crickets,
heavy purple scent of lilac, spanning the

bridge to Wonderland. Journey from here

to there, into a world of wild imagination.

PROMPT:

Combine a sense and place, “include a place you’ve never been, a place you know well, and a place fictional or imaginary. For each place, appeal to a different a sense." I loosely followed this prompt.