Right hand man
king of the factotum
sweeping up the leaves
with a long handled rake
the constant gaulois
in the corner of his mouth.

General of the stationery cycle
scyther of lawns
and hedge trimmer extraordinaire
he likes Samedi pay
and the wine seeps holes
in the floor of his quarters

Master of mumbles
and fumbler of bonfires
laughs at private jokes
stokes the fire
with a pyrotechnic gleam.

Foe to the greenfly
Mathieu brought flowers
and ardent paramour
of Renée, she of Cif fame
and starched sheets.

The leaves have fallen
and drifted into unkempt piles,
Mathieu and the ghostly smoke
drifts across a deeply purple sky
foretelling of another shower
quenching the ground
of his final resting place.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-11-06 at 16:09

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Mathieu sounds like one of the rare, and irreplaceable, ones.
A lovely poem which honors him.