THE SOLILOQUIST
She kissed la fleur - the audience.
The spotlight pierced her eyes, and then
eclipse la lune - the tale begins.
Quaint pearlescent - those tears that break.
L’amour that baits dress circle seats.
She flits of charm, her hands in play.
Bids parting syllable away.
Tout du suite, a tremendous crowd leap.
The virgin in white dress aglow.
Throng’s breathless palms like wedding bells.
10/9/2018
la fleur - the flower (la flur)
la lune - the moon (la loon)
l’amour - love (la-mor)
tout de suite - immediately (toot-sweet)
*in parenthesis my best pronunciation
Crisp white apron checquered teatowels
Whitewashed hands dance on the dough
Kneading bread scent of yeast caked skin
Tomato onion and corn simmering folded
Fragrance of youth smiling whites of eyes
Beautiful woman playing the ornate harp