French Soldier

Something i whipped up in Creative writing class/By the way i make up words, previously i'v used the word "ivorene" and now i'm using "englossed" I think the fictional genre gives licence to do so.

 What I didn't know was that there were riots in downtown New Orleans earlier this evening. 

The dew of the air was sticky sweet, 

the french uniforms of the soldiers stuck to their skin tightly as

sweat beaded translucently down their cheeks. 

The chrome light of the moon illuminated the fur of their coats, 

the buttons falling loosely on their torso, lightly floating on the seems of the red suede.

The golden ropes of the soldiers' lapels un-weaved and clattered weightlessly onto their shoulders.

What I didn't know was that the french women, englossed in all her pearls, 

laid dead on the floor of her parlor, shot in the back.

 The French soldier's brass bullet casings lied in the dusty gun's ashes near her corridor window.

What I didn't know, was that you were that french women.

What I didn't know was that, that same french soldier was also my lover, 

the man of which i came to an affair.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting story. I like that you went back to the old days. Old New Orleans was a special place. A place where the dirt of the world could feel safe. I enjoyed the tale. Funny how things can fall together in a story or life. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[khalid]

very short but at the same time very intersting and very nicely written. i really like the way it was penned..

[Wakeofahero]

This is a very interesting poem. I think it needs a bit of work and touch up, but ultimately I liked this read a lot. The fact that she finds the soldier dead is shocking. Nicely done.