Weekly Writing Prompt #96
She appears lost in thoughts,
Perhaps about the poor poet,
He who immortalised her…
We do not know where
She now lies, in peace.
Here, the card says “Laure”,
But he knew her as Laura,
So that there is a doubt,
As to whether she was the one
Who inspired him.
Here, in a press of children, of tourists,
She dreams among the queens,
And the senators,
Until her fall…
Photo: statue de Laure de Sade, dite de Noves, par Auguste Ottin, Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris (Honoré Dupuis)