Éponine

Too ignored (pen ‘n mind) a-by
the author, e’en as he writes
the lad’s forgetting of you,
his seeing past and through.

Attention lavished only as your
arc falls to conclusion.
Le wretched, not adopted,
from precocious to deprived.

Without actor, song, or music;
with only ink on page…
Your simple passing? Wrenching.
She tried to smile again and died.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.

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2 thoughts on “Éponine

  1. Liked this very much 🙂

  2. I feel this poem misses the point.Marius never noticed Eponine because she was in the barricades and ‘one of the boys. He saw her as a comrade and loved her as such.

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