Pavement cafés scatter
cobbles of Montmartre.
Whores step over ditches,
become painted queens.
He flings his cape, adjusts his scarf,
picks his way through muddy lanes
and creaking, swaying studios
of the Bateau Lavoir –
and dreams of dancing naked
with sloe-eyed models under stars.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Rajani has continued her Micropoetry Month with a quadrille (44 word poem) and a haiku. I’m joining the party with a quadrille of my own, a found poem inspired by an article about a new Modigliani exhibition.