The Brioche Eaters You appear so detached. Do you even feel your daughter lean -or are you already past feeling? The Dauphin fingers curtains of an empty cradle. Does he feel the chill of the empty throne he will never fill? An infant flails against your breast-- the décolleté that charmed all France. Your lovely throat lacks a necklace? No matter. Madame la Guillotine will provide. Lebrun has tried so hard to paint you wise and kind, Enlightenment mother, à la Rousseau. But you all look so bored. Ensconced in velvet, feathers and fur, far from Parisian riots, starving peasants, and rotting crops. “’Let them eat cake!’” you proclaimed. So they blew out the candles and took off your heads. Cynthia Storrs Cynthia Storrs teaches, writes, and paints in Nashville, TN. Educated in the US and UK, she has served on the board of Poetry West (CO), Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Committee, the Pikes Peak Arts Council, and now on the Board of the Poetry Society of Tennessee. Her poetry has been published in three anthologies, Critique, Tennessee, and on-line. She has also published scholarly articles on bilingualism, biculturalism, and acculturation. Cynthia loves art history, theatre, landscape painting, and chocolate.
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