Madame Dollene
Madame Dollene was Rubenesque
wearing too much rouge
her hat was oversized, overstuffed, over plumed
on anyone else, it would have looked outrageous.
The orange red feather perfectly matched her dress
Kuddos to her hat maker and her dressmaker.
She was the ultimate madame,
Looking every bit the part.
I was glad I was in Paris
To see her, if nothing else
I was fascinated by her attitude
Her steely blue eyes looked through my soul.
She had a strange smile, as if she knew the secrets of the universe.
I was convinced that she did.
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