The Saint Antoine Market
This original poem was inspired by the daily French market that takes place on the pavement in front of my building here in Lyon. (Click on photos to see larger version). 
in between elegant madams
lofty Xaviers and Sophies
a first kiss is remembered
tears tumble on mandarins
this brisk line of folly
becoming his daily ritual
a crowded, wistful canvas
royal hue, timbre, aromas
the Saint Antoine market
the place they’d first met
an ending never imagined
food and wine for eternity
bonjour, a vendor shouts
blue cheese for your love
the woman no one can see
whose pale hand he chases
brioche for one is bought
the old man turns for home
his lover is left to stroll
the playful market zephyr
And just to give you more of a flavour:
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4 comments:
brioche for one :(
what a dreadful thought,
Cool piece of work, really enjoyed it, and so glad you haven't vanished from the blog world forever :)
as a poet type thing that is :)
Hello there, Inconsequential (difficult to call you that), or formerly known as Minion,
Thanks for your comment and for calling by to visit again.
Have you checked out my main site, shamelesswords.blogspot.com?
That's my main blog that is updated regularly ... Shameless Poems and Shameless Fiction are merely collection points for bringing together material that appears on Shameless Words. :)
I look forward to seeing you again. And I look forward to checking out your poems on your site.
The Frenchies market =
Veggies and such things waiting
For someone to buy.
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