Bolero
Sep 7th, 2010 | By Elena Malec | Category: Poetry | 387 viewsNo one in the living room.
The cat went out to spy the moon.
Ravel is filling the air.
On a tray a Royal Riviera pear
waves kisses
to a Chabaud mixture bouquet.
It’s time for the perfume’s ballet -
in white, red, shades of pink tutu,
carnations do pirouettes to woo
this sublime fruit of France;
the air can feel their dance.
Blushing, the pear gives them a glance
inflamed buds embrace it in a spicy fragrance.
The living room is floating on air.
Imagine, a cultivated vegetal love affair.
Still life with flowers and pear?!
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About Elena Malec: I hold a MA in English and Spanish languages and literatures from the University of Bucharest, Romania. Published poetry and literary criticism in Romania and Spain. I am a self taught artist exploring different media. |
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Very playful and a little bit romantic. I like your rhythms and phrasing as well.
Thank you so much, Carla.It’s toubadour style; I guess the troubadours were the first romantics