Like a heavy Thirties’ vibrato, the early
talkie movie strings exquisite
yet tainting,
your restrained pose remains
steadfast before the storm, long shadows
of a vengeance which threatens
you, barely withheld. Still
your smiling eyes stare
back from Paris cafés through
mists of Gitanes, drenched
in sepia, like the relics of some
melancholy sun
© copyright David F. Barker 2013
Bistro (when in Paris)
what a surprise
to see our bistro still here,
so missable tucked away
between jewellers
and quirky galleries
‘au clair de la lune’
is so laid back,
subdued
in gratifying veils of gitanes,
softened
by potent aromas of pastis,
sensual
like biting through rarest
tender veal
if I may ask right now
(gently plying you with Chablis),
if Montmartre were a woman
who could she be
if not you?
© copyright dfbarker 2011
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**I am a vegetarian now, yet you never forget the taste of…
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