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| Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton |
Her token
lavender and lace
disguised
a life lived
in quiet contemplation
of a secret admirer.
His bouquets
once used the language
of flowers
to declare,
by their bashful eloquence,
his love and admiration.
But the war
stole his life from him
and left her
with nothing
but memories, as fragile
and elusive as perfume...
Written for The Mag 143, with thanks to Tess.
Love the end especially! thanks-
ReplyDeleteVery poignant. The fragile perfume fragrance being all that remained, sealed it for me.
ReplyDeleteoh the ending is so sad- and so very true-
ReplyDeleteA real heartfelt story, that is true for so many and that need not have been.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem...as fragile as perfume....fabulous!!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
A nice, rather moving, story, well told...
ReplyDeleteThat is a touching tribute......although it depends on what perfume one has in mind!.
ReplyDeletethanks JINKSY, i entered into the inferno and came out all loved up !
ReplyDeleteSo poignant.
ReplyDeleteYes, you are right: memories are fragile and elusive. We often say "I shall never forget...", but we can't be sure!
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful yet haunting poem.
ReplyDeleteCJ x
oh I love this....beautifully haunting..x
ReplyDelete"memories as elusive as perfume"....I LOVE that!!
ReplyDeleteNicely done - poignant and moving.
ReplyDeleteSad beautiful write Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]