The Bar-keeper

He doffs his hat
a relic, slightly battered
and he still trims
his moustache ~
thick and full,
a black hedge
edged with flecks
of snow.
He calls her
'm'amselle'
a parody from
old war films
but he doesn't
click his heels.
Even when
he is short staffed,
he is a dapper figure
a white apron,
mahogany bars
gleaming!
He loves a lady
and she loves a scoundrel,
her steps become more
flirtatious
and she sheds
thirty years
to the boy who loved her
and the man she let go.
These are memories
when her shoes
didn't pinch her so.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-02-08 at 17:25

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normalil
Please don't say that this is your last poem...you have so much more to say, and everything you write is so so appreciated by simple me. What would I do without you?
This latest of yours spoke to me in a special way. I'm sure that it did to many others too...
2009-02-09


Dee Daffodil
Ohhhh would that we could have back all those years to do over again...how perfect they would be. :-) Lovely piece !
Hugs,
Dee
2009-02-08



Wow! don't you dare stop writing like this wonderful freewrite Elle, funnily enough I wrote a gaggle of haiku with a clicking of heels in it last night! lol parallel universes indeed.

You are far too modest Elle! you never were a shite writer and never could be because you write from your heart and have elequence from word one.

Please don't leave. You will make tai cry.

who are the latest greatest poets anyway? lol did I miss something? lol

winking at you

x
2009-02-08