Accord In LimousinA Poem by Pete LangleyCommunication can come in many guises In the oaken ochred evening
we cottagers watch
him from the window like interns watch
a surgeon, as he wields the
knife methodically to strip the skin
from a rabbit hung from an old shed
door.
Before he can turn, we have crept to
the car to escape
embarrassment for lack of
language or common culture,
But there is no losing
this Gaulois. The back box hangs by a thread, the cacophony has
blown our cover …..” et mon frere
est le mecanicien!”
Now welded together, our supper
prepared, our silencer and smiles have become firmly fixed. © 2014 Pete LangleyReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 27, 2014 Last Updated on November 27, 2014 AuthorPete LangleyClacton-on-Sea, Essex, United KingdomAboutI`m an academically illiterate intellectual butterfly, flitting from one bloom to another, trying to find nectar where I can - and failing most of the time, like every other searcher on this worl.. more..Writing
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