
Déjà Vu
It’s that odd chill you get like
when you walk blinded into a dark bar like that one
at Place Drouet d’Erlon in Reims.
Your eyes don’t adjust, and each step
has a fluorescent strip marking your decline,
and the air conditioner is blowing a howl.
And all you wanted was a whiskey after dinner.
Image: Tristan and Isolde, miniature of the XV century. French National Museum collection, Paris. I agree, this image has nothing to do with the poem, but I like it (sometimes I wear clothes that have nothing to do with weather, too). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
7 responses to “7 June: Déjà Vu”
superbe à chaque fois, Misk.
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Merci beaucoup!
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je t’en pris
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…and bravo your choice of illustration.
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Isn’t it fabulous?! I love medieval marginalia.
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Recently visited: The Pub Down Under, under a parking garage in St John’s (New Brunswick Province – Canada) and your poem was it.
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Thanks, Ron!
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