Never let Me Go
It was different then
Grey cold days were softened
with furs,people were fewer and
wearing berets, piano accordians
were on every street corner
It was better then
before the sanitised steam clean
of the city
before the Davy Crockett invasion
of McDonalds Disneyworld and Le Drugstore
before the destruction of Les Halles
when Le Marais was just a slum
studded with iron pewter pissoirs
and turkish lavatories
Life was harder but lovelier in
all its deprivations
even with bullet holed walls
reminder of the Boche
Baguettes came with fresh mayonnaise
and pomme frites were cooked in butter
heart attack heaven
washed down with cheap beaujolais
Wafts of nougat and roasted chestnuts
permeated frosty winter days in a haze of gauloise
Women wore violets pinned to jackets with hair
adorned with tortoiseshell combs and smelt of
loose powder perspiration and perfume
Children were innocent
loved the magic of the guignol
Paris was their playground
running in the street to
the pied piper's whistle
disappearing in alley ways
with the promise of stinging
ears from the PE teacher the next day
Rosie loved it here
with a heart burst of smiles
that exploded into stars
and it loved her in return
Perhaps it was youth combined
with the times but whatever it was
she wanted to stay forever
until beau geste
plucked the brightest flower in the posey
put her in his button hole
and that was that
Rosie still trys to hang on
but the tyranny of time
is cutting her adrift
The feeling of then is fading fast
It was too long ago
It's slipping through her fingers
Usually cynicism saves me from falling into places like this, but you snagged me.
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all its deprivations "
What I wanted to do didn't work. These don't either, really. righteous in his generation
everyday ballet
I don't think Parisiens much like EuroDisney either..great memories..the food especially made me 'be there'..Jae
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sultry, atmospheric piece. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteI expect Old Egg will comment on this - he is a Francophile. Why must the old and good always be destroyed by 'progress' ? Very well expressed thoughts.
ReplyDeletewonderful imagery mixed with deep feelings of regret of time goneby.Lovely poem
ReplyDeleteThis is such a beautiful write, love it!
ReplyDeleteYour contrasts to the current version make the old Paris seem so mythic. And you have me wondering about Rosie and if we will hear from her again? Loved the trailers and must rent the film.
ReplyDeleteIt inspired this one
Les Quatre Temps Coups http://jdmackenzie.blogspot.com/
Are you planning any sort of April-cluster-poetry this year?
Rosie is tight lipped and unlikely to tell too much.
ReplyDeleteI'll give her a chinese burn and see if I can drag it out of her!
Thank you Short Poems.I first saw this movie when I was about 16 and it opened up a new world for me!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your comments
ReplyDeleteLovely and evocative.
ReplyDeleteNot able to relate.. but can see the effort..and the way it appears to have got in to the flow..well done..
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