Soft Beauty [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Soft Beauty [rev.]



My colleague June wafted in as the Snow Queen
dressed in a beautiful zenith blue & lilac top; I then
present my case against author George Simenon
who was inflicted on us in a French course as we
started university with stars in our eyes and dreams
in our hears - only to be forced into bitter Inspector
Maigret “roman dur” - which was lost in the mists of
time: sadly found him again in the The Glass Cage

An enticing book, title reminding of Snow White, yet
was disappointing & lead into a visionless world of
psychopaths living meaningless lives - Maigret Sets
A Trap shows lost Parisian society - the Inspector
& his wife move mechanically in a dull bleak world;
bitterness augmented by a toxic Sunday breakfast
where I got rid of my own poisonous artificial smile,
ill afterwards - alternating between fevers & chills

With molten lava running in my veins, head fit to burst -
thank heaven for Monday ending the bitter weekend,
I’m free from scars as love & hope sprout anew in my
heart & lead away from a grim & monstrous Simenon,
poems left in my mailbox delicately create poetic peace
where assonance flows in encounters with wiles and
deceits of modern technology - gone are Simenon’s
horrors in soft beauty offered by the integrity of my

Long-standing poetic friends…

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