Monsieur Axonge

A small light shines
from Monsieur Axonge
In a few hours
he will have to rise
and open the Charcuterie
but for now he is content
to lie in bed
listening to the music
that emanates
from Madame’s balcony.

Monsieur Axonge
recalls yesterday
when love
held a flower in her hair
and he did not sport
a black mustache,
just watched a vision
from his uncles shop
lightly dancing her way
out of his life
but deep into his heart

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Written on 2014-01-31 at 19:45

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Fog. This is another delicate, beautifully realized sketch.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the appellate Axonge for one thing.
And about that Elle lady poet.
She is able to weave considerable vignettes
into the calypso dancing
of her poetic musical oeuvre.

The people and places and perceptions of your poems never fail to leave a lasting impression, not least "wish I were there, wish I could write like that." But really wherever we are there are people like your Monsieur Axonge, people who have their stories if we only knew how to listen as you do. Yours is a rare sensibility.

melanie sue
very that last line, Elle....[like your expressive work-contemplative,evocative....and definately not boring!]


Talk about killer endings . . .


Wonderfully written, I especially liked "lightly dancing her way out of his life but deep into his heart"....loved it!