Ode to the Métro
The first time I saw you, I heard your music,
Many voices blending with accordion song.
Colored lines on your walls a hectic logic,
The rush to fill your emptiness a never-ending throng
Of workers and students and tourists,
Going here and there and there and here,
To jobs, to schools, to see the sights,
Together or alone, the Paris purists
Know you. Love or hate you, it’s nonetheless clear –
You are the veins carrying life through the City of Lights.
This is part of the writing 201 – poetry course at BloggingU.
Assignment Day 5:
Prompt – Map
Form – Ode
Device – Metaphor
Don’t hesitate, chers lecteurs, to offer criticism. I have not experimented with form or indeed with poetry very much since college, back in 199…yeah. A while ago 😉