Thursday, February 21, 2013

French Resistance

The late winter thunder barks German
with a gusty hiss
that sends my wind chimes twisting
Wagner.

The clouds blue black,
and lightening flash
frames the back of the lines.

Time to retreat

to a pillow built barricade
armed with poetry and you

to french
and to resist

till the sturm und drang troop through.

Fiction in 55 words for my G-Man!

17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

to french
and to resist....ha...love it...great hit on wagner as well...
really a tight piece mz

uneven steven said...

neat poem - lots of fun :-)

Fireblossom said...

"to french/ and to resist" I love it! I adore the whole thing, MZ.

Rastaman said...

Fabulous!

brandi said...

That was freakin' kick ass!

G-Man said...

This is so awesome on MANY levels!
Pretty atypical subject matter that you have transformed here.
Loved your Gotterdammerung 55
MZ...You really did blow me away with this one.
Thanks for this Masterpiece
Have a Kick Ass Week-End

Margaret said...

Google was instrumental for me here - but now I realize how awesome this is!

hedgewitch said...

Love is a battlefield, eh? Loving the pillow barricades.

izzy said...

Love it ! very vivid February -thanks.

TALON said...

This was cool!

razzamadazzle said...

This is wonderful!

Other Mary said...

That's the kind of war I want to be involved in! Great, fun write.

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turtlememoir said...

brilliant! love "till the sturm and drang troop through" (shades of my German literature classes in college) - & oh goody, i can hardly wait for the next thunder storm, so i can practice my German again ;)

Mary said...

"armed with poetry and you" -- sounds perfect.

Alice Audrey said...

To French, and to resist really makes this poem.

Lydia said...

If I was a lit or history professor I would bring this to class and ask for flash impressions! Marvelously done.