Montparnasse - For H.M. Poem by Guy Northam

Montparnasse - For H.M.



Montparnasse, the bohemian quarter;
Its roofs like metal sheets;
The heavy rain falling.

I stand in the street, with my arms outstretched,
As one awaiting a blessing, a benediction,
An inspiration.

The rain runs down my spine
And, in the moment of clarity,
My skin crawls.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: disappointment
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