Greenlane Poetry

Romeny

Shall we walk beside the Marne where
harvest home and wheatfield dust
loosestrife in the shallow water
sparrows fare as sparrows must

tread again the towpath grass whilst
every path on earth pre-dates us
where the love-match came to pass
nothing new as fate awaits us

why then would the frisson strike when
home from Romeny we ran
past St Jean Baptiste to Charly
out of Place Marcel Cerdan

because another sparrow came
out of wars and ills and fear
lonely sparrow small in name
joyful only one short year

but not humbled by distress
eagle heart with sparrow name
put aside her tragedy
traded for eternal fame