On sleepless nights

I stroll the left bank in black sequined heels,

My eyelids heavy with sparkling glitter.

I find you there among the art,

tear through our veins,

settle in the pool of our hearts.


Candles flicker their last warning in a

dark cafe where we sway like

winged  willows to a song far away.


Then you are gone,

a Modigliani reclining.

Never hearing  my whisper,

“je t’aime

the only french I know.


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77 thoughts on “she doesn’t speak french

  1. Holly, nicely done. Reminds me of “Midnight in Paris,” with Owen Wilson and Marion Cotillard. He fantasized and went to her era and she fantasized about an even earlier one. Keith

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  2. Very cool, madam. Are you published at all?

    I know a bit of French, luckily. I got a C at GCSE level in 2001. I were dead chuffed, me. This is Northern English vernacular, by the way. A poem in that… wouldn’t be overly attractive. “Y’reet, me old mucker?” etc.

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      1. Whilst I’m offended by your ignorance (harumphhh!!!), I’m willing to provide lessons. Here are a few key Manchester terms:

        O’reet: Hello
        Ey up?: Wassup?
        Shurrup!: Please be quiet, I beg of you
        Eh?: I beg pardon?
        Wherrayya?: Where are you?

        These will help you enormously should any Mancs stumble across America.

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  3. ‘Candles flicker their last warning in a
    dark cafe where we sway like
    winged  willows to a song far away’
    Holly I see them both so clearly 🙂

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  4. Thank you for liking my ‘locomotive and attractive girl’ tale Holly, silly nonsense I know but what fun to write, meant a lot to me that you liked ❤

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  5. A love who cannot express itself . Lovely poem, Holly . i wonder why this is located in a French town , probably Paris . This could be in Germany, in Netherland, in Argentina or in Russia or India ?
    You got interesting comments.
    Love ❤

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