In Seine Poem by anais vionet

The Seine river banks,
with their lack of guardrails, freaked
me out in fourth grade:

"Avez-vous entendu? ! ! "
My best friend rushed to ask it.
"Did you hear? ! (the news) "

A woman drowned! !
She gushed - the horror tale
punch line delivered.

My eyes were wide with
shock and fear - the monster takes
another victim.

The dark Seine river
slithered, like a green snake
- feet from my front door.

There was no railing
- a misstep would drop you some
12 feet, to your cold death.

No parent could save
you - a terrifying thought for
a nine year old girl.

Walking to school, my
brother would sneak up, nudging
me near left-bank death.

I would scream, amid
cat-calls and boyish laughter,
despite our au pair.

My best friend, Chloe, shared
my caution, if not my fear,
and loved to tease me.

That rapid river
loomed large in my dreams - as fears
can - for many years.

Last year we were in
Paris and I still couldn't go
near the riverbank=]