C’était à Amboise, en Touraine, en France

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There t’was in Amboise, in Touraine, in France
while wan’dring alone, cool and carefree,
that my lover found her soul, as if by chance,
in that place of art, the Martinerie.
Bold and beautiful, brave and full of light,
she saw those tapestries as I see her:
images aglow, images aflight,
images of love, an oath to concur.
Am I that knight errant her patience sought,
my soul to join hers in that holy grail
pledged immortal by that picture she bought?
I fear for my worth, but I dare not fail.
A gift of love is a gift given free,
but the greatest of gifts is the gift that is she.

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Today is Lyn’s and my wedding anniversary, and I cannot think of a better day to re-share this sonnet.

Before we were married, Lyn went on a biking vacation in France. While there at La Galerie d’Art de la Martinerie, 7 bis. Rampe du Chateau, Amboise, en Touraine, en France (tel 47.57.37.51) she bought a beautiful rendering of a tapestry that was an homage to Saint Martin of Tours—he who cut his military cloak in two to give half to a beggar. It so touched me when I saw it that I wanted to describe it, and through it, us, in a poem.

Eventually we had the poem scripted by a professional calligraphist and it is mounted in the same frame with the picture. It hangs now in our bedroom and I have promised our daughter that it goes to her after us. Some things should never end…

Thank you for reading C’était à Amboise, en Touraine, en France. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.

john

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24 responses to “C’était à Amboise, en Touraine, en France

  1. What a tender and beautiful Sonnet! Thank you for sharing!

  2. sfielding@moheganmail.com

    Tears . . . beautiful, both of you and both together.
    Don’t want it any other way!

    • Thank you, dear! Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I took a few days off to be with Lyn and I am just getting back into my ‘normal’ life! 🙂

      It has been too long since we saw you! Are you back home yet?

  3. Sam

    Beautiful! Elegantly beautiful! Happy Anniversary!

    • Thank you, dearest! That is very sweet of you!

      Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I took a few days off to be with Lyn and I am just getting back into my ‘normal’ life! 🙂

  4. To commemorate with memorable poetry…perfect!

  5. Barbara Minor

    John, you are such a hopeless romantic! And happy anniversary, I don’t have to be a total brat. It warms my soul that you both can return to that old feeling from that first glance, delight and embrace. What an awesome gift you both share. I still remember how I felt when my Bill first looked at me that way….it was such a thrill!

    • Thank you Barbara! Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I took a few days off to be with Lyn and I am just getting back into my ‘normal’ life! 🙂

      You know, I am a hopeless romantic and proud of it! We should form a club! All those in favor of happy endings for EVERY movie we see and every story we read, raise your hand! 🙂

  6. Happy anniversary! And such a beautiful sonnet!

    • Thank you so very much! Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I took a few days off to be with my wife and I am just getting back into my ‘normal’ life! 🙂

  7. Pete Hulme

    Such a delicately beautiful sonnet. Happy Anniversary, John!

    • Thank you Pete! Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you, but I took a few days off to be with Lyn and I am just getting back into my ‘normal’ life! 🙂

      Man those things are hard to write! After doing so I remember going back to Shakespeare’s and re-reading his and being amazed at how effortlessly he seems to dash them off as they trip effortlessly off the tongue. “They’re no big deal,” he seems to say, “I do one each day before breakfast.” 🙂

  8. Wishing you a happy anniversary.

  9. Its lovely imagining this encounter! A poem is a wonderful way to celebrate an anniversary 🙂

    Elizabeth