A Soldier's Foreign Woman - Quatern

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I was on leave from the Army when I met my wife, Nelly, in Paris just before the French bicentennial of Bastille Day in July 1989. We were sitting near the Sacre Coeur on Montmartre on the 13th, which was when the French shoot off fireworks. Firecrackers literally were popping all around us when she kissed me for the first time.
Later I used to drive from Hahn Airbase, West Germany, to Paris about once a month to see her for a weekend at a time. We married in Paris in Sept 1990, and are still together.

A Soldier’s Foreign Woman (Quatern 30 April 2014) She kissed me like never before While firecrackers burst overhead. She never had kissed me before— Kissing her back went to my head. Intimacy came very fast. She kissed me like never before. I wondered would such passion last Each time I exited her door. Traveling the road to her door, Ev’ry five or six weeks or so She kissed me like never before-- As if to never let me go. A son was born, then we married (permission didn’t come before). The wedding night passed unhurried. She kissed me like never before.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/13/2014 9:57:00 PM

WOW, That was a sweet ending... Mark, Congratulations, in Andrea's awesome Do You Know Quatern? Contest... happy for all the winning poems.. Linda

Mark J. Halliday
Date: 5/14/2014 12:19:00 AM

It is autobiographical. Nelly and I have been together since 1989. Glad you liked it. I kinda like the quatern style--poses an interesting challenge; not for the rhymes and syllables, but getting the same line to seemingly naturally fit in 4 places is the challenge.

Joyce Johnson

Date: 5/11/2014 9:40:00 PM

That was quite and exploding kiss. congratulations. Love, Joyce

Mark J. Halliday
Date: 5/12/2014 12:03:00 AM

Actually, this was autobiographical. The first time my French wife Nelly kissed me, we were sitting near the Sacre Coeur on Monmartre, Paris, while people were celebrating the night before the 200th anniversary of Bastille Day, The firecrackers exploding around us were real, not metaphorical.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/11/2014 4:49:00 PM

this is quite a fine poem about a soldier and his awesome lover. Very unique one that I am proud to display on my winners' list. Congratulations.

Mark J. Halliday
Date: 5/12/2014 12:02:00 AM

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 5/1/2014 1:18:00 AM

Lovely romantic happy write, Mark.