Hautefeuille - Halloween poem

 

                                                                                    

Hautefeuille

 

 

Catastrophe charged with the body's many diverse

Singular convulsions, a whole plethora of hybrid fantasies

Which stoked the fever of numerous generations,

And uncountable revolutions of the spirit, inflicting malaise!

 

Some would say that you were born under a bad sign, and quite literally;

The pallor setting numeral which sets all the triskaidekaphobists alight,

Gothic aspect also in the form of the turreted house;

You couldn’t make this stuff up!...

 

The habitat long since having been erased from memory,

And simply from the streets of your beloved Lutece,

The Lutece of Andromache and Le Cygne.

 

Andromache and the glistening swans, the delicate ballet

Gently floating down along the banks of La Seine…

The serpentine muscle of the glistening Seine!