It's off to Paris for today's poem, on this Day 14 of National Poetry Month:
Reciting by Moonlight
Quietly sitting in a Parisian café
beneath the night of a silver moon
not far from the Champs-Élysées
A peaceful, tranquil end of day
under starlit shafts from la Lune
quietly sitting in a Parisian café
Strains of Tennyson drift my way
as I stir espresso with a spoon
not far from the Champs-Élysées
Strong words, the voice holds sway
the impromptu recital, such a boon
quietly sitting in a Parisian café
I close my eyes, all cares away
in poetry immersed, ears attune
not far from the Champs-Élysées
A perfect night, coffee, a beignet
But alas this will end, far too soon
Quietly sitting in a Parisian café
not far from the Champs-Élysées
© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved
2 comments:
Mmm. Lovely villanelle.
Thanks, Susan.
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