Amicale

On this first day of Poets' Spring 2024, we are publishing a poem written especially for the occasion by the President of the Amicale:

Grace

It's a figure that dances

A pretty head that balances

A festive day, a chance.

 

Grace

It's a plunge into childhood

A revival of innocence

A holiday's memory.

 

Grace

It's a journey without gas

Disregarding preferences

A taste of rebirth.

 

Grace

It's the awakening of the senses

Life in its essence

Honni soit qui mal y pense!

 

Grace

It's a ship setting sail

Daring to be reckless

At the risk of impudence.

 

Grace

It's a zest, a fragrance

A gesture, a flagrance

A seed, a promise.

 

Grace

It is a spark, an incandescence,

A nakedness, indecency,

Would you believe it? Exuberance!

 

It's a revenge

A vengeance

A harvest

A spawn.

 

Grace

It's the taste of ripe fruit

A smell of jam

The warmth of the azure sky.

 

Grace

Is setting out on an adventure

Discovering your true nature

A potato without peelings.

 

Grace

Is a tender whisper

To love without measure

Between four walls.

 

It's a magic that lasts

A bond that structures

A refuge that seems safe

Until the ... coup de grace! 

(Denis Huber)