Paris all white like icing sugar on a cake
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Le Place des Invalides
Birds, black chisel nicks
In the white
Cathedral mask of the skySnow falls quicker
Born of the uncandled quarter
The land of failed prayers.The font of this time is empty
Only ice and the blown out light
Of unfinished windows.Across the river, towards
Le Place des Invalides
Statues have the green stainStrain to see through
The wedding-storm confetti flakes.We are green no more, this land and I,
At war with the winds
The roaring mouth of frost.Birds scatter the sky
Riding the night’s guillotine fall,
Auguries of it allThis winter without end.
About The Author
Sean Woodward is an English writer, poet, publisher, artist, photographer and musician, passionate about the place where technology and the arts meet. He is available as a guest speaker on creative writing, poetry, the arts, technology in the arts, digital arts, website design and promotion and digital publishing. He has worked with many community arts projects and literature development initiatives in the East Midlands as well as BBC Radio. His writing, music and art have been published and exhibited internationally. As a specialist in digital publishing he is also available as a consultant for individuals, groups and businesses.
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