Poetry On Wednesday POW PROMPT 11

POW PROMPT 11
I wrote a sequel to Prevert's 'Dejeuner du Matin ' poem for this week. I though it would be fairly easy to do but found it difficult and revised it several times.
No doubt it will be continued to be revised.Looking forward to seeing you in your French hats!
PS
I don't have French punctuation marks on my keyboard.Feels wrong not to use them!

UN SIGNET DES FLEURS FANEES
A bookmark of wilted flowers

Fleetingly she revisits
an old dream
Reawakened by a news item
or something in print
Only to remember
les reves sans espoir
are best slammed shut
in books

La verite s'est revelee
comme une fleur du mal
Les lis jaunis
poisonous yet liberating
She had been awarded the
leading role in
L'Etre et Le Neant
She was the wife that never was
She was the mother that never was
She was the friend that never was

With resignation
With acceptance
She joined the slow march
to the guillotine
Found a break in the line
and veered off into the crowd
She created her own world elsewhere
secret,beyond reach,unassailable
Immured in self imposed solitude
her carapace now cement rendered
She began to write
She found joy in the natural world
Elle n'a plus pris sa tete
dans sa main
Elle n'a plus pleure


Translation
Les reves sans espoir...dreams without hope
La verite s'est revelee...The truth revealed itself
comme une fleur du mal...like an evil flower
Les lis jaunis...yellowing lilies
L'Etre et Le Neant...Being and Nothingness
Elle n'a plus pris sa tete dans sa main...She no longer puts her her head in her hands
Elle n'a plus pleure...She no longer cries