One Poem by Alun Robert

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

For The Journey Would Be Long

This is how
       I remember Paris
For we dwelt here
A day and a half
Pungent perfumes
Much hubbub
La Marseillaise in full throat
La tour Eiffel bursting clouds
Sacré-Cœur in the heart
Brouettes along Champs Elysées
Bateaux cruising on la Seine
Lovers of Jardin du Luxembourg
      strolling, caressing while
Berthier shots ricochet
At arrondissement corners dark
When smoke rising from chimneys silt
Lungs with wafting fumes
As odour from Gitanes and Gauloises
      the women of tabac embrace
Femme fatale of dubious intention
      driving dumb punters wild
Next Moulin Rouge lit in Montmartre
Through day
Through the night
With barkers out loudly barking
At Marché des Enfants Rouges
      but no child in sight, it seems
When we recharge our batteries for
The trip south would be long
En route to the mouth of the river
      home
To Port-Saint-Louis-du-Rhône
The Med straight ahead, safe
Bountiful larder of our life
      this is life.

 

Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. This year, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.

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