Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Viva La Vida

Greetings from Menton!


A town emerges, gently, house by house,

Out of my misty morning memory.

Terracotta rooftops naively painted,

Against the feeling of a bright blue sky,

Where outbound and incoming tourists fly.


Menton, where pale consumptives came to die,

Entombed in the hill-top cemetery,

Where, out of breath, I decided to sit,

By William Webb Ellis who, as they say,

First picked up the ball and ran with it!


It’s comme si, comme sa, on the Cotes d’Azur,

Where fruits de la mere wash up on the shore.

A life to live, whilst the weather is fine,

To only consider the grape of the wine.


Billionaire’s boats bob about in the bay,

Like a stylish playboy’s art installation,

Whilst bullet trains loom around the station,

To take all the used tourists away,

Via Monaco and Saint Tropez.


I blow air kisses back in au revoir,

To hotels cast in pastel shade,

Light green, pale orange, powdery blue,

To a stately botanical garden,

which a trainline cuts through.


Inevitably, these mem’ries will fade,

Just like heat from the Riviera cools

In the Mediterranean Infinity Pool,

As we journey home, to a different day.

◄ Broken Biscuit Company


Profile image

Manish Singh Rajput

Thu 28th Sep 2023 06:05

Superb at imagery and beautifully written. You are a star sir!✨

Profile image

M.C. Newberry

Wed 27th Sep 2023 14:11

This brought back a visit to that part of the Riviera back in the
1960s. A motor caravan holiday when I was young. Happy days,
not least the memory of the warmth of the sea!

Profile image

Stephen Gospage

Wed 27th Sep 2023 13:49

I love the idea of 'used tourists', John. A nice reversal.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message