2. Madam with ennui


She is happy in her way
eating biscuits
in her apartment
overlooking Garden City.
There was a time
when she sunbathed topless
but that was before
she discovered biscuits pur buerre.

She nibbles quite delicately
so as not to leave a crumb
they call her
though a ring, she has not.
she was Mademoiselle
but that was before
biscuits spread her girth

Tonight she will gorge,
vin rouge,
write a poem
about lost love.
she will savour every mouthful,
shed a tear
nonchantly shrug
with a glint
and say
Bonne Nuit


Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-07 at 19:36

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
One desire shifts to another. The stories you tell are always great.

You are funny!!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The ennui, did that lead her to eat, or did the two just go together? Well written.

Ivan R
Joie de vivre! Exquisite, cute, mature, still coquet,
a joy to read and feel*

she sunbathed topless. that may dangerous for workers on scaffoldings

La pauvre!
Une mademoiselle qui s'est perdue parmi les biscuits pur buerre.
Mais! ... quelle joie! ... cette lueur aux yeux!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
a touch bittersweet, but such is life as one kind of appetite shifts to another.

you write so very, very well.