Best Versailles Poems

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wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus

pylons stalk the sky
and catch the wipers...

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Park Leads,
God's Speed

Name's
Sun's Moon,

Starlight's Victories,

Versailles, Moves!

...... Plumb Does, ....Two!...

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Roaming in these magnificent halls.
Seeing all the mirrors and paintings.
 Alone I stroll, looking at history.
Loving the stories they once told.

 Staring at the crystals on the ceilings.
Admiring the lights, a golden scene.
 Everything classy and old.
The memories appear in my mind.
 
 Drifting inside...

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In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole.

It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Versailles - a grand ball - and the air...

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The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight
as blue as an old Muddy Waters track.
From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton
looked like a slick and oily spider-web
crowned with a glittering neon diamond.

(My Grandmère's home is across the street from it).
“Do you want to go climb it?” I’d...

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