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Avenue de Jena

uncommonly situated 

down the Avenue de Jena

Spring washed bright the city walls

but left the picnic rug cold

for after that frigid day

a steep price was demanded

one that Time would not erase

On to other lives each lived

neither pigment nor brushstroke 

could any canvas invade 

each palette filled thereafter

coloured-in separate lives

each easel remaining tall

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Studio in Spring

the studio’s fresco walls breathe dawn’s pale light
lime and umber merge into hope’s earliest trace
along Avenue de Jena, open windows exhale
Rimbaud’s restless verse drips in ivory and gold

Verlaine’s softened echoes tremble in pastel breeze
Plath’s crimson shards glint like stained-glass memory
Hughes’s raven-metal strokes convene in twilight hush
all four poised at the threshold of pigment and poem

Palette of Rupture

« Je est un autre. »

"I is an other"
Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer

At La Mirliton’s bar a singer cracked a candlestick against her note
cabaret laughter trailing down rue Nicolet

Montmartre’s gaslit chords unveiled a fevered rhyme

the sonnet’s final cry split colour and cadence

when rhyme’s betrayal bled through each trembling line
a single shot in Brussels — ink met blood on torn parchment

thick globs of pigment recoiling into separate lives
each whispered stanza hanging like a fractured fresco
as the easel’s shadow drifted across a silent manuscript

Collage of Voices

fragments of Plath’s letters glued on brittle vellum
Hughes’s raven-wing stencils press into torn ephemera
sepia-toned echoes seep beneath wax-resist panels
stanza shards overlap like fractured stained glass

each glue-smear a scar of memory’s imprint
a collage of voices murmurs in silent orchestration
artifacts of anguish and joy bound in papier-mâché
the curator’s hand trembles before this mosaic of selves

Easel at Dusk

the atelier exhales in the lush of dusk
colour and cadence dissolving into violet air

watercolour sunset drips pigment onto an open notebook
each drop a shush-note of atelier meeting stanza

pastel shadows pool against the final page
as the easel rests, its silhouette etched in fading hue

atelier and stanza entwined at last
pigment and poem bleeding into one