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
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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!
2021-04-02


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!

Cheers,

Chris
2021-03-31


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.
2021-03-30


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle your command of an elegant, whimsical, romantic style is awe inspiring. You do it full justice here!
2021-03-29



Perfection. Bravissima!
2021-03-29