A blue sky over Notre Dame
Advice for *
Don’t waste Paris on a broken heart
next to the Cathedral Notre Dame
where yellow-petalled violas squint
their purple eyes at you
shadowing their beds
as you turned: his hands on her,
embracing on the Seine.
From April 2012
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Who takes the bus to Paris from London? (You didn’t know one could take a bus to Paris from London?) Well, that’s what I did one weekend in March last year. Pooling the £25 or so for the bus fare, but determined not to skint on museum entries, I made use of the last few days of a valid Schengen visa. My primary reason was to visit a friend, who happens to live a twenty-minute walk from the Eiffel Tower.
It was a wonderful weekend of catching-up, art viewing and walking the pavements of a new city. This poem developed from a moment during which I stopped outside Notre Dame, near the children’s playground, to enjoy the sun. I caught sight of this scene on the other side of the river. In my pause, the violas in the flower-bed beside me were caught in my shadow.
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