�Nuit Blanche�

What’s out there beyond all the daytime tourist realm?
Will the night time alter our view of what we thought we already loved about this place
The illumination and rare brilliance of amazing strangers faces suggest so
Casting new light high and white all over this city…

With the stars above hiding somewhere behind the glow from below
This is the only moment when I’ve welcomed electric lamp pollution
And a random smile that we meet on the turn of a street corner
Glanced over a shoulder suggesting great times and maybe staying up all night
With only a hand gesture we could tell that he was smart and funny

Quickly text what he wanted as he frantically mimed many directions
Just in case we didn’t get his intentions from an obvious erection   
We are running up from the Metro onto vast, mad and dark Parisian roads
In our own ways we two are deaf and dumb to the sounds of our surroundings
Which makes this adventure that more bizarre and exciting

Go with his flow as he seems to know where he’s going to
Will this night time alter our view of what we thought we already loved about this place?
The illumination and shimmer brilliance of the stranger’s face suggests so
Casting a new light high and white all over his city…

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Marvellous! Could see it as it is, love Paris!

Your poem flows like the Seine, suggests the magic of that city.

Your writing includes some fine, fine phrases : ' With the stars above hiding somewhere behind the glow from below / This is the only moment when I've welcomed electric lamp pollution ' - true and understandable!

' Casting new light high and white all over this city�' soft, clear verity indeed.

Thanks lots for bringing Paris to my eyes' door

[Gandré]

Magnificent words.

[Marlton]

So that's the story you have to tell about Paris!

Great stuff, as always!

SMH