

Julie-Marie Parmentier
Cette série est en anglais pour les anglophones ou ceux qui désirent apprendre cette langue.
Un poème d'Emily Dickinson : Not in vain.


Un poème de Louise Driscoll : Hold fast your dreams.
Un poème que j'ai écrit en heptasyllabes : The pirate and the Princess.

PRINCESS
On Tuesday, I am a princess.
Yet, my castle is so vast !
Every room is in a mess.
Oh ! How I long for the past.
Once my castle was this small.
But I woke up yesterday,
It was so hopelessly tall
That I couldn’t find my way.
To be lost in your castle
Is rather dreadful and grey.
Soon though, I am to settle,
And I won’t ever be stray.
Tuesday

BABY
On the fourth day of the week,
I am only a baby.
Don’t you think it is easy
To be cared of when you’re weak !
Of course, I do suck my thumb,
Even if I know it’s bad,
Once told me so mum and dad.
But I don’t listen to them !
To be tended with warm love
Makes me want to stay Baby.
Though I have to grow to be
The biggest I can think of.
Thursday

MUSICIAN
On Saturday, musician
I am. Devoured by passion,
All my life is set to be.
Notes are driving me crazy !
Even though I’m Teddy bear,
I can play the guitar.
The lovely notes fill the air
And suddenly, I’m far, far…
When I play music, oh boy !
It’s like I’m having wings.
My heart is full of sheer joy
As soon as I hit the strings.
Saturday

PIRATE
On the first day of the week,
I choose to be a pirate.
Even when the weather’s bleak,
I’m to see with my parrot.
His sharp and yellowish beak
For long, I’m afraid, is gone.
It was chewed by a lion
On the wide shore of a creek.
Oh ! How I love my birdy,
Even though he has no beak.
He’s my very good buddy,
We used to play hide and seek.
Monday

DEVIL
On Wednesday, I’m the devil.
My soul is as black as coal.
I’m poisonous with envy
And do not wish you to be.
All day long, I lie and steal.
All night long, I hit and kick.
Though, I’m feeling fairly sick
Of my bad heart made of steel.
I would like to hug and kiss.
Tenderness, I sadly miss.
All I know is hurt and pain
And my death will be in vain.
Wednesday

BEGGAR
On Friday, I’m a beggar.
So far, scarse has been my luck.
Forever, in street I’m stuck
And my meals are so meagre.
But the world is all to me !
I can go where I want to.
No one tells me what to do.
Every day is up to me.
When you kindly give a pound,
Don’t be shocked if I drink it.
It’s hard to sleep on the ground.
In this world, I do not fit.
Friday

DISAPPEARANCE
On the last day of the week,
It is time for me to rest.
Yet, I have myself to seek,
So I’m sure to do my best.
But I’m neither here nor there
And I’m nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, I’m made of air.
With this life, I have no bound.
The wind and the steep mountain,
The cold moon and the bright sun,
The tree and the green lush grass,
Everything is bound to pass…