The Paris Poems: "April at Republique"
Underground the revolution began . . .
and now this morning the wild youth blooms are carrying on all over the place!
Cruelly born, in unison,
they turn their red anger toward the Sun
King holding court in his bellicose sky,
where his thundering blue legions gather,
turnng their water cannons on the growing mob.
Beaten down by the hail,
the raw rioters rally,
their bloodied mouths protesting.
Then bodily the late bloomers storm the square
where the mad lady stabs her branch in the air.
Karen Hathaway Pittman is an award-winning poet who is currently compiling her first book-length collection of poems, The Awful Colossus of Longing. You may contact her at ltpkhp@aol.com.


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