Baslilique de Sainte-Anne-d'Auray

I wonder if the bells still sound
across the square, shaking the windows
of the Boule D'Or
where langoustine marinaded
and served in a sauce sublime
as yours and mine,
our hands entwined
waiting for that pounding call
that summons us from under
warm soft covers and
hastens footsteps to a
marble bath.

Mingling with the tourists
buying artifacts and candles
we light a fire
and walk to find a bench
the brass plaque gleaming
we'll shine for each other
in early spring sunshine,
tonight will be moules
succulent, their onyx shells
gleaming, we'll kiss at
a suitable time, while
beckoning bells summon
and all of our devils
are sated in the soft warm light.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-29 at 07:47

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Tender and beautiful. Very evocative too!

Christopher Fernie The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear Elle,

I've had my two jabs; can I come?

And yes, the bells are ringing out in praise of your beautiful poetry!



Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A classic Elle poem. You show us where you were, picking all the right details, making us wish we'd been along.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle your command of an elegant, whimsical, romantic style is awe inspiring. You do it full justice here!

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Perfection. Bravissima!