XVII (Paris)

A poem from my collection "Between Anorexia and I"

I daydream of lady feathers rushing to the Eiffel Tower.

I would purchase lemon pastries just to sit at a café.

Anorexia, foreign girl, from such image draws obsession;

She is an haute couture’s old addict, the spoilt pet of Chanel;

For me she is the child of Paris and the boss of Mademoiselles.

Author's Note

All the poems in this collection are extended metaphors of only 5 lines. No exceptions.

Reviews

[Patrick Roach]

Excellent piece, I adore your writing style.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you very much

[V]

I really like the images your words create, simple to read yet complex and sort of deep. Nice write, I enjoyed reading.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thanks! I am glad you enjoyed it

[The Twin Arenas]

"the boss of Mademoiselles"
great line.

this is gilded sword.

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you very much! I always try to write powerful ending lines.

[The Twin Arenas]

Yeah, me too. I try to write 'em all like that.

[Willie Lavender]

YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL AND I FEEL YOUR WORDS....100/100

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thank you!

[Lance Sheridan]

Marian, well-versed and metered into a great read!

[Marian Elizabeth]

Thanks! :)

[Lance Sheridan]

You're welcome!