Il Qui Repas Ici

Il Qui Repas Ici

A Poem by Amorette Duvannes


They say it does
Ripple on the velvet heel of 
French soldats qui repas ici,
I say it so. Red velvet,
Light and fluffy from a bullet in 
The heel. Fiancee, fiancee,
Wherefore art thou
In this silver tide of steel awakening?
They dropped their pearls on
The harbour, only it wasn't,
wouldn't ever be. The quick-snap,
Flapjack smite of setting the bluejay
Into the wild. Let me go, whistling
on through smog. Congratulations,
Daddy. Here I am. 

© 2015 Amorette Duvannes

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on March 15, 2015
Last Updated on March 15, 2015
Tags: love poetry, death, love, romance, dead, poems, poem, poetry