Monsieur Axonge

A small light shines
from Monsieur Axonge
apartment.

In a few hours
he will have to rise,
open the Charcuterie

Yet for now he is content
to lie in bed
listening to the music
that emanates
from Madam's balcony.

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



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-13 at 20:09

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Elle, but now I'm a little sad. I had thought that Monsieur Axonge was nothing but a rascal.
2016-03-14



I was hoping for another glimpse into the life of Monsieur Axonge. What a fine reflection on this slim, little moment.
2016-03-13


Yanto
A pure moment
Out of thin air.

great
2016-03-13