Silver Spoon

Dear Mother’s new flamboyant beau Suggested I should take a job, Instead I hopped aboard our Lear And winged my way to St. Tropez To mope, quiescent, on hot sand, Ambivalent for Mother, dear, Until a moment, most arcane, Renewed in me my joie-de-vivre: My brooding eyes glimpsed up to spy, ‘Neath immolation of the sun, The quintessence of bare beach breasts And luscious curves of passing femme— When, up, I bounced to meet her cheeks And volunteer as tactile friend, Some intercessor glanced my way (With barrel chest and tight Speedo): She kissed that man with bright amour And life, again, turned bittersweet, So off I sailed upon our yacht To test the beach of sun-flecked Cannes. November 7, 2016 Ten Word Challenge-2 Contest John Hamilton, Sponsor flamboyant, quiescent, ambivalent, arcane, immolation, quintessence, luscious, tactile, intercessor, bittersweet