Delphi
In the N'awlins dusk
her palms turn up
for heaven's alms.
Magenta silks wrap thick
around her neck, slick
down across her gown.
Your long fine lines, said she,
foretell a first-class life.
I cross her palms with silver.
Unforeseen, that humid night
draws the Delphi's final gig
of Danse Macabre by trolley.
Fractal created in Fractal Explorer.
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11 comments:
lovely humid story..especially so the trolley ride... the fractal colors remind me of a flower blooming and swaying in a hot summer breeze...
Here in Tucson the Day of the Dead is a huge celebration in the graveyards and in the streets.. I loved this poem...I bet N'awlins is so interesting on All Souls Day!.
Beautiful picture and poem.
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loved the blues and lavenders and greens - cool and the colors I would picture her wearing..loved the lines - "her palms turn up
for heaven's alms."
Lovely, lovely
Old Grizz stopped by and liked what he read.. good work
Beautifully expressed.
Truly beautiful!
elbowing in, elbowing out
you're first line draws the reader in and the rest simply keeps their attention. you're so talented Tumblewords. have a great day.
sorry for my absence lately. i explained what happened in a locked post. i should be around more often now though.
Beautiful but poignant
Your poem reminds me of New Orleans, beautiful images, lovely take on the prompt. How mysterious, the fortune-teller, the city, and somehow the past and future mixed together. Thank you for visiting!
Paints a picture. Lovely picture too.
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