French Bread (word prompt)

On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun:
:
Descending like a
dancing aerial trapeze,
a dove rotates its splayed wings;
Painting a fan figure of eight
down
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, brushed Royal blue box.
Unsure, 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 "confidence" 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 freeze these
Lovers in a tatilising 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 from the crowd,
& glanced blankly at the pair.
:
Her coat gaped, revealing a nightmare,
She lifted her head & arms to the sky,
then 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,

&

"l' amour"
:
:
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 wailing sounds of sirens, injured & bereft people saturated the tragic scene:
:
:
From a perch a single white feather floats

d

o

w

n

into a

pool

of

Blood.

- Mr. Darcy
© 2016