Victor...
A morbidly curious soul
I must be.
I've read your story
now here I am staring
at your 'effigy'.
It's whispered
you gave friends a start
when you made a cuckold
of a Bonaparte.
You were to wed
upon that morrow.
Left your bride-to-be
enveloped in sorrow.
Not much else was said
of her it's true.
Can't help but wonder if she ever
had all of you.
Shhh, I will pretend
I am her, okay?
Let us celebrate our wedding day.
Author notes
photo credit: http://www.raingod.com/angus/Gallery/Photos/Europe/France/Paris/VictorNoir.html
A contest entry
- Victor Noir by ea.
550 points, ended April 5, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Creatively alive in spirit
This has an intimate feeling coursing within the lines, a "just between you and me" feeling. You did an awesome job creating a communicative vibration here, Yeah!! Excellent girl! ~Tia
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This is a very good take on the prompt... I like that you added his fiance to the poem... the ending was well done and made me laugh
I wish you the best of luck in the contest!
Keep writing
Polly
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Oh, I love the HIS-story of this one - everything from cuckolding a Bonaparte to the whereabouts of the potential Mrs. Yeah, once you've seen the effigy, it's hard to shake his imagery.
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oh! i see you inspiration with this on and all, a stature with a woody going strong. those french fellas had it even when shot to death. I can see all the gals now sittin' there rubbin'. don't see too many grave markers like this around. gives me an idea...wonder the cost? nice script. I think ole vic is very well to do with you.
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