Perched on the Curb (of Portobello Road)

Portobello Road/London by Claudia Schoenfeld

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I want to shop at Portobello Market
and peruse and meander and hit
the hot spots. I want to squeeze
through the crowds and feel the
sights and smell the flavors.
I want to explore the arcades
of antiques and have coffee
and pastry at a local café. I adore
the Kasbah Bazaar with
its flair for Moroccan goods
and that ceramics shop and all
the unique, fine linens offered,
beautifully rendered in the
most pleasing designs of
delicate embroidery and pintucks
in the softest of cottons and
highest thread counts.
And I want to eat lunch at the
Notting Hill Café but which
way is it? I’ll ask for
directions from this petite,
dark-haired woman with the
quick, spirited, bright eyes and
the friendly, humming grin
(smiling even as she sketches)
perched on the curb of Portobello Road.

Mary is our hostess at dVerse Poets and invites us to use Claudia Schoenfeld’s wonderful sketches as inspiration: http://dversepoets.com/2014/09/02/poetics-sketch-it-out/

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  1. I want to get lost in the sights and smells of that market ~ Those fine linens sure look tempting ~

    How lovely to ask directions from the artist herself, smiles ~ Good one Gayle ~

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    • I can tell that Portobello Road is a place that I would love to explore…and I have a thing for fine linens…smiles. Thanks so much, Grace.

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  2. Ha, Gayle, I think I would like to shop there too! Your poem has made me want this even more. Really, it seems there would be so much to do. And, yes, when I am done shopping I would like to eat at the Notting Hill Café too. Perhaps we could meet? Smiles.

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  3. ha. i bet she would give you directions….smiles….you bring the market alive…i love them…all bustling with people…and so many treasures to take in with the eyes….so much to see…to paint…to write….

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    • Yes, of course she would, Brian…smiles. I could just picture her there among the throng of people with her sweet smiling face…sketching as she hums. Markets like that are very appealing to me…

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  4. You have made me want to go there too! I love the way you entice us to go to Portobello and how you included Claudia into your poem.

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  5. very charming… I’ll join you 🙂

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  6. smiles… portobello road is a cool place… all the people and scent and flair…and i would def. smile if you asked me for directions and happily joined you for a cup of coffee… smiles

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    • I know I would love to explore that place, Claudia…have heard of it through the years…and just love your sketch of it. Yes, it would be fun to join you in a cup of coffee…or lunch…smiles.

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  7. What a great feeling of being there.. To breath the scents and indulge in a city like that, and yes asking the artist for directions what a great way to weave in Claudia in this..

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    • It sounds like a place I would love to visit and Claudia’s piece brought it to life in my mind. And thanks so much, Bjorn…always appreciate your visits.

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  8. I am happy to see that you used the same image as myself – this one is getting too popular, smiles – such rich and intimate details you blend in your poetry – absolutely lovable.

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  9. I love how you asked directions from the artist, clever 🙂

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  10. Behold, she hums and comes alive in your poem! I used to love meandering through Portobello Market when I lived in London, and you brought it all back to me.

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    • When I read about her humming I just thought that it was the cutest thing so of course had to have her humming. I know I would love that place. Thanks for coming by, MarinaSofia.

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  11. “the Kasbah Bazaar with / its flair for Moroccan goods”…love the exotic feel here..very much atmospheric…

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  12. Oh what a lovely stroll your poem took us on. I love the way your brought it back to the artist at the end. Classic!

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  13. Glenn Buttkus

     /  September 3, 2014

    Your poem, deep & lovely, is a perfect take on the oft chosen image of Claudia’s; how nice so many of us have connected completely with Claudia, feel that we know her, want to celebrate her as a person as well as poet & artist; though for me, the crowds are too dense. I would come early or late to have some elbow room.

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    • Yes, it was an oft chosen image and fun to see how each of us interpreted it. Claudia is easy to like and want to know…and celebrate…you are so right. I may want to come later too, Glenn…crowds can be a bit much to deal with. I so appreciate your wonderful comments…you are so generous with them…thank you much.

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  14. I like the image and the images your words left me homesick for large city markets.

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    • Thanks so much, Seasideauthor. I now live in a small town and have to travel a distance to find good shopping and restaurants. I know how you feel.

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  15. a cool poem and tribute to Claudia 🙂

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  16. I love how you wrapped this up with a glimpse of Claudia sketching.

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  17. You have captured the busy delights of this place so well….and I love that you included the smiling humming artist!!

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  18. So much to see and hear and do and notice, and you captured so much of it, as did Claudia. I also wrote in a nod to Claudia’s humming. (http://bostonpoetry.wordpress.com/2014/09/03/kaleidoscope/)

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  19. I want to explore the arcades
    of antiques and have coffee
    and pastry at a local café

    How we love the freedom to do our own thing. So much more one can savor when it does happen! Great write Bodhirose!

    Hank

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  20. Aw…I’d really have liked to be there too, Gayle – wonderful write 🙂

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