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CATHERINE EDMUNDS

 

SIX POEMS

 

Le facteur de Bétharram           

 

his face is square with piggy black eyes

three chins.

the white gitane that droops from pursed lips

lines up with the front forks

of his bicycle. his beret has faded

to the colour of decrepitude

 

Gaston

has pedalled these streets for fifty years or more.

they say he should retire

but he is squat and severe

and no one dares mention the possibility

 

a wheeze and a squeak and he’s gone

trailing the smell of ash

 

the new man walks with purpose and speed

they think his name is Pierre

but no one likes to ask

 

he doesn’t smoke

but something in his eyes

speaks of absinthe and doom

 

 

Le fin du jour

 

Roland and Marie make a final pilgrimage

to the park at Sceaux

where they sit on the stone bench and gaze at the cedars

clipped into pyramids

steadfast as ever

that witnessed their lives, each visit, each kiss

each trembling finger that touched another

 

the sun is setting

Marie shifts slightly

the bones of her backside

no longer well-covered with padding to save her

from cold white marble

 

Roland cracks a knuckle or two in the silence

blinks tired eyes behind dark-rimmed spectacles

watches a bee fly back and forth

with all the time in the world

 

Catherine Edmunds has 6 Francophile  poems in this issue. The other four are only available in the print version. Click here to buy a copy.

 

 

 

 

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