“I met you,” the stranger said.
I knew he hadn’t, but why?
Still there he stood, silence bred.
“I met you,” the stranger said.
Furtive moment, eyes ahead,
outstretched hands with what words nigh?
“I met you,” the stranger said.
Mathieu from Quebec, no lie.
Gentile Triolet, Je te Plumerais
ReplyDeleteAn experiment in French medieval poetic form inspired by the Expressive Subjects blog: http://expressivesubjects.blogspot.com/.
it still takes a moment to connect met you and Mathieu.... as good written as it is spoken... and subtle... you're good at that!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the r/apt attention, Harlequin. Sometimes you just have to bow to the hoary pause. ;^)
ReplyDeleteha! this is quite perfect... got the line three times so naturally... thanks for this
ReplyDeleteThanks for the structured inspiration, Jon.
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