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.