Donna Sue Poetry

SAINT PIERRE de MONTMARTRE

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NEW ST pIERRE

It was my first night there in Paris, so far away from home,

In the city of emotions, unfamiliar and alone.

The stars looked down upon me as I leaned against the rail

Of the balcony to my bedroom in the ancient French hotel.

The scent of fresh cut flowers filled the air with sweet perfume,

So I curled into my heart ache going back into my room.

But dawn with rain soon woke me, as did cathedral bells,

So I dressed for my adventure, and I stepped out of my cell.

Umbrella covered tables lined the streets as did wet chairs,

With the smell of strong espresso hanging heavy in the air.

Paris seemed to draw me in; she wrapped me in her arms

Of breathless, ageless romance that seduced me with her charms.

Notre Dame, in all her glory, left me cold and sadder still,

Though her beauty was fantastic, I couldn’t get the thrill.

Later as I climbed the steps of gracious Sacre` Coeur,

Loneliness enveloped me and I grieved you even more.

I ran from the cathedral down the wide and winding steps,

Past nuns as they were praying for the vigils which they kept.

Around a throng of gypsies who were crowded on the streets,

Past the vendors selling trinkets with their sugared candy treats.

I made for my escape toward an old, dark, empty church,

Where it seemed that I was beckoned by the Virgin on her perch.

I was startled by the silence which greeted me within,

So I wandered through the shadows where Saints had surely been.

I finally stopped before a cross; sat down upon a pew,

My mind on lies and cheating, painful memories of you.

I had been so loyal and faithful  and had gone to such extent

To save those years of marriage, but you were so hell bent

To throw it all away like trash, without a second look.

Yet still I tried to save it, no matter what it took!

Now there I was, in many ways, so far away from home,

Where nothing was familiar, except the feeling of ‘alone’.

I cried my retched heart out, my tears  falling on the pew.

But finally I accepted my letting go of you.

Then from the stained glass windows, a ray of sun shone through.

It was just like in the movies, and just as if on cue.

So just like in the movies, I arose from my despair;

I turned and walked back out the door, and out of St Pierre’s.

I walked into the sunshine and away from all my tears;

Away from all the sadness that enveloped me for years.

Funny how the day had changed.  I felt like I was home,

No longer unfamiliar and no longer all alone.

 

Donna Sue Berry

November 2nd, 2011

 


2 Responses to SAINT PIERRE de MONTMARTRE

Donna Sue says: December 31, 2012 at 9:54 am

Ha ha ha, Aunt Jane. Those Harlequin days are so long ago but I think they helped with wanting people to feel what I feel when writing these poems. I thank God for the grace of penning a few words that make people feel good or laugh or thoughtful. Love ya, D

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