Poetry > Edmunds





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



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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