Colonne de Juillet

by Allan Haslinds

There is a Place deep in the heart of Paris
where memories lie.
Interred in stone,
yet fragile and beset
by a maelstrom of bodies
and minds,
never knowing or realizing
who they strive to wash away.

These bones of the Earth were plucked
from their modest rest,
and thrust skyward
in a tower of memory,
bearing aloft a Liberty,
on wings
of limestone, with a marble heart
beneath a skin of gold.

She shines in the early afternoon sun,
leading a charge
for all of us
who yearn to believe
in the hearts of man
and woman,
who will be at this monument of liberty
next the Bastille comes around.


Author's Note: The Place de la Bastille was a great site.

Posted on 05/19/2003
Copyright © 2021 Allan Haslinds

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Melina Raven Maness Diebold on 05/19/03 at 11:18 PM

Gorgeous imagery and great flow.

Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/20/03 at 12:16 AM

It's said that if England is our mother country, France is our idealistic absent father. Appearing at the right times in history to fan the flame of individual freedom that is it's legacy to us. Nice ode, evocative,appreciatively and respectfully done.

Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/22/03 at 07:12 AM

lively painted!! A most wonderful read!

Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/22/03 at 04:21 PM

looks like a pretty good place to visit. ah if i only i have the money.

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 07/21/03 at 06:07 AM

Sounds incredibly interesting... I think I'll add it to my list of places to visit when I am in europe next! (Which may be 20 years from now for all I know ;) )

Posted by Kitty Ness on 11/20/03 at 04:06 PM

No one sees the tragedy- except for me...

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