Madam

She totters along
in her high heel shoes
past the charcuterie
where Monsieur Axonge
looks on, fingering his moustache.

Today, she will sit in the
café with her friend
celeste and they will
sip coffee and feed upon
sweet cakes, while
watching the people of
Garden City
go about their business.

They will talk of old times
frown at young girls
in jeans, who rush into
the arms of lovers
similarly clad;
she will pause, just briefly
to wipe the cream
from her mouth
as beneath the table
she will remove
her shoes.

there will be no mention
made between the two old friends
of what it was
to be in love
and when she leaves
replete
she will pass
Monsieur Axonge
and never see the
twirling of his
moustache




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-06 at 19:35

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Ivan R
Excellent. What a treat. A delight
2016-03-17


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's always such fun tagging along with Madam. A proper woman never allows herself to be seen noticing someone like Monsieur Axonge. Who knows what that man has in mind?
2016-03-06



Bravo! A little vignette of Madam always brightens my day.
2016-03-06