Saturday, November 28, 2015

Eiffel Reflected

She wraps her cloak around her arms­­­­––
a pewter shawl of woven clouds
that drapes across the ville with charm.

Her silver coiffe umbrellas crowds
of tourists queuing up to mount
the puddled iron tower­­––proud

gray dame in stylish mode flaunting
lattice grandeur.  Stilettos click
on cobblestones, a vendor counts

back change while Gauloise ashes flicked
on streets dissolve in rain-splashed slick.

Kim King
Hershey, Pennsylvania USA
Donated to Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders)

1 comment:

  1. Great poem! I especially enjoyed the first stanza.