Poem ‘Bistro (when in Paris)’

Bistro (when in Paris)

what a surprise
to see our bistro still here,
so missable tucked away
between jewellers
and quirky galleries

‘au clair de la lune’
is so laid back,
in gratifying veils of gitanes,
by potent aromas of pastis,
like biting through rarest
tender veal

if I may ask right now
(gently plying you with Chablis),
if Montmartre were a woman
who could she be
if not you?

Β© copyright dfbarker 2011

*image is a digital creation.

**I am a vegetarian now, yet you never forget the taste of…



  1. Gillian Colbert · December 28, 2011

    Love the imagery with if Montmartre were a woman/who could she be/
    if not you?

    Well done!


  2. susielindau · December 28, 2011

    This poem is so delicious! I wish I was there!


  3. reading-stars · December 28, 2011

    Ah! This is wonderful poetry .. really alive.


  4. kathryningrid · December 28, 2011

    Love the color, balance, patterns, intensity of both the visual image and the text!


  5. poeticjourney · December 28, 2011

    Glad to see a post from you, love the poem btw. God Bless πŸ™‚


  6. journeyintopoetry · December 28, 2011

    The atmosphere here is captured so eloquently David – I love it!! And the image too!

    I am vegetarian now too! But I can’t actually bear the thought of the taste of…LOL:)



  7. df barker · December 28, 2011

    Hi Christine! LOL indeed! No, I can’t bear the thought of eating meat now either, specially something like veal. Thank you so much for your comments.


  8. walterwsmith3rd · December 28, 2011

    Ahhh, David you have brought back memories of Paris for me. Love it. I was there in 1990 and just love the city. The poem you wrote is beautiful and captures the essence indeed. Check out my “Paris” Tag and you will see some of my impressions of the City of Lights.


  9. bardessdmdenton · December 28, 2011

    You have so eloquently captured the deliciously relaxed atmosphere of a bistro in Paris. Love the little ‘twist’ at the end. Always nice to add an intimate touch to a scene like this. Well, it’s so Paree!


  10. susanjanejones · December 28, 2011

    Full of nostalgia, love it. I was veggie for a long time. After an illness I craved liver and onions, and gave in. Respect for all veggies though.


  11. Shawna · December 28, 2011

    Love this section, particularly the texture of veal:

    in gratifying veils of gitanes,
    by potent aromas of pastis,
    like biting through rarest
    tender veal”

    I think this is still my favorite, though:

    “so missable tucked away
    between jewellers
    and quirky galleries”


  12. Ina · December 28, 2011

    Hi David

    Beautiful! πŸ™‚ I hope you enjoyed the answer to that question πŸ™‚


  13. Betty Hayes Albright · December 29, 2011

    I’ve never been to Paris, but your poem makes me feel that I HAVE been to this spot, this Bistro. It awakens all the senses – vividly!
    (And glad you’re a vegetarian. I don’t eat meat either – the thought of veal makes me cry….)


  14. claudia · December 29, 2011

    think this is my fav by you i read so far…that ending is gorgeous…every woman’s heart beats faster if a man says such things to her..smiles
    and love that you weave gitanes (even if i never smoked them..think they’re terrible…haha) and pastis in…so french…love it david


  15. magsx2 · December 29, 2011

    Love the painting and the poem, very nice indeed.
    Thank You for following my blog.


  16. Victoria C. Slotto · December 29, 2011

    If Montmartre were a woman….what a provocative thought. And definitely a woman. Complex, pristine if you don’t look too closely. Great poem, David. I’m enjoying Anonmous Lines…a poem a day. :0) Happy New Year.


  17. df barker · December 29, 2011

    Victoria – you are so kind and I’m truly flattered by your comments. Wishing you a happy, fruitful and peaceful New Year. Thank you.


  18. aFrankAngle · December 29, 2011

    Love the colors and combination of dark and bright … especially like the center. Nice poem, but I haven’t been to Paris … someday though.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog today.


  19. granbee · December 29, 2011

    D.F., you have me sipping expresso, swinging my cross-legged slightly, humming to a sidewalk musician down the boulevarde. You DO weave a spell! Once again, the artwork is splendid.


  20. willofheart · December 30, 2011

    this poems is incomparable, I always love the paintings u shared … πŸ™‚


  21. Emma · December 30, 2011

    Wow David, that ending (last three lines) is the big payoff…indeed a woman loves to be told such things. Another beauty, sir.


  22. df barker · December 30, 2011

    Emma, thank you!


  23. Lindy Lee · December 31, 2011

    “If Montmartre were a woman who could she be if not you?”
    Is it any wonder why you have a predominance of women commenting here?

    * digital bistro photo
    ** humane or health?


  24. patriciaspreng · December 31, 2011

    What a beautiful compliment to your woman.
    such rich imagery… a wonderful breath of life here


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