La Gioconda

I went to see her.

Paris, on a grey autumn day,

Not raining, but a hint of moisture in the air.

She was there, in her room, as she was every day,

Holding court in her own controlled environment.

Her room was crowded.

A lot of people had come to see her that day,

So I wasn’t able to get close enough

For any intimate reflections.

All I could do was admire from afar.

I think she smiled at me.

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 18th Jan 2017 16:29

I got a squeeze from her sister Ana!
Nice work Trevor

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Paul Waring

Wed 18th Jan 2017 14:43

Hi Trevor,

I really like your poem from beginning to end. Sorry you didn't get close enough for intimate reflections but maybe it's just as well, she has a reputation as a bit of a moaner! Boom-boom!😄

Paul

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