A day to remember (French Bread prompt) (HM)

by - Mr. Darcy   Jan 25, 2016


On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun: intense & bright.
:
Descending like a dancing aerial trapeze
A dove rotates its splayed wings;
Painting a fan figure of eight
to its favourite perch, above:
:
-----Le Pain Quotidien-----
:
:
The aroma of delicious pastries & coffee beans
Permeate the fresh vibrant breeze;
Swim with the sounds of chinking coffee cups,
Global languages & open laughter:
A mesmerising, tantalising, living jazz;
Natural in its free design, perfect for...
Dining "en plein air",
on this Parisian street...
:
Not just dining though, oh no!
Also for, something, well, short of, "inoubliable"...
:
:
Amelie was speechless:
Pierre was now on his knees;
did he have no shame;
was he crazy, non?
"elle l'aimait tellement" - she loved him so
as he looked up at her
with those puppy dog eyes.
:
The other patrons and passing shoppers
smiled at the young man on his knees.
Was he praying?, but of course they knew ...
:
What is he doing? thought Amelie...
Was he... surely not?
Her face flushed, as people started to stare:
Her mouth betrayed & twitched a tentative smile...
:
Pierre nervously & somewhat clumsily
opened the tiny, yet elegant Royal blue box.
He precariously offered it to Amelie.
The ring sparkled, a kaleidoscope of colour.
:
Pierre coughed as a fine bead of stress
Meandered down his mid back...
He awkwardly retrieved his notes and spoke...
:
Amelie, "ma belle femme",
I want to lie with you each morning,
Waiting for your dreams to release you to mine;
I want to baptise daily in the champagne of your eyes
& thank the lord with hands tightly pressed
for sharing his dearest, personal Angel with me...
:
Pierre's "confiance" grew as did his voice...
:
Amelie, allow our percussion
to become symphonic, symbolic
& everlasting by being,
if you will,
my sunrise to sunset:
Will you marry me, my sweet Amelie?
:
:
Time appeared to still;
Lovers in a frozen tableau;

No wind,

No sound:
Just the
Beautiful
Moment...
:
The bustling pavement
S..l...o....w.....e......d
its procession
to a:
. (Full stop)
:
:
The air molecules agitated
as did a pair of dark feminine eyes.
She stepped out from the crowd,
& glanced coldly at the frozen pair.
:
Her coat gaped, revealing a nightmare,
She lifted her head and arms to the sky
& eerily screamed, "Allahu Akbar"
:
A thunderous explosion erupted, creating a murdering maelstrom of billowing smoke.
Thousands of slaughtering steel balls, nails & shrapnel sliced, smashed, & pulverised:

Men,

Women,

Children,

Babies,

Animals,

&

"Aimer"
:
:
Evil ripped through warm wet flesh & bone, tearing it savagely from their dying bodies; flesh now too damaged to speak, to laugh, to cry, to live another day, to answer questions, any questions ever again...
:
The sounds of sirens and the wailing, of injured and bereft people saturated the tragic scene:
:
:
From a perch a single white feather floats

D

O

W

N

into a

pool

of

Blood.

Michael
2016

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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wow, I loved the detail, the flowing story and the surprising heart ripping end.

  • 1 year ago

    by J Nair

    Excellent piece of art you have created here Michael!!
    the words have the potential to create a tangible image i never knew.
    the scene on the parisian street , like a GIF image keeps replaying again and again in my minds eye- 'of a shy and sensitive lover, proposing to the love of his life mere moments; even before he could receive her consent.....a dramatic pause and the whole scenario changes**** every thing is blown off into smithereens- And echoing in the background is the name of Divinity used as an excuse to shatter an innocent world.
    A marvellous piece.

    Thank you for sharing!!
    Jay

    • 1 year ago

      by - Mr. Darcy

      Thank you Jay,

      I must admit this particular poem I saw in my minds eye. Every detail clear to me. To me it was like watching a short film.

  • 1 year ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck

    C'est un poeme tres bon, mon ami:)

    Well done on this, dear friend, this site is so fortunate to have a gifted poet like you showcasing his talent on here for free:)

    ((hugs)) xx

  • 1 year ago

    by Hellon

    There is so much about this poem that I love. You have captured the essence of a Paris street so well here. The pastries, the coffee...the chatter ooh la la! Magnifique!

    I liked how you added a few french words/sayings here and there...it just gave the story some more depth and together with naming the characters I actually felt I was there with them and...held my breath at the proposal!

    By adding something that is very current in our society you played a winning card...the story never got an ending, at least not one the reader wished for.

    Overall...this had me gripped by the heart...what a storyteller you are my friend...very well done!

  • 1 year ago

    by Cindy

    Michael I would have never guessed you wrote this one. The story line had me captivated from beginning to end.
    Great job!
    Take care
    Cindy
    *big hugs