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Friday, January 11, 2008

Carnival


mystic and masked
seraphs trace the tips of
voodoo needles
tease the smoke of soul

scatters of crystal beads
reward the jaded
who flee distant realms
for a taste of je ne sais quoi

Fat Tuesday
jives along the Quarter
sings out to drying bones
graved in roadside attics







Sunday Scribblings prompted 'A Date'

36 comments:

Robin said...

I like this - it brings a touch of the sinister to Mardi Gras instead of just the usual drunken revelry.

Lucy said...

those last two lines really brought Katrina flooding back into my mind. Excellent poem Tumble.

ANA said...

Your words make me feel and think..and remember...beautiful

Keith's Ramblings said...

I've said it before and I'll say it again - it never ceases to amaze me how you say so much in so few words! This one is so dark. Terrific.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful piece and wouldn't we all love just a taste of je ne sais quoi.....

Jen B said...

some of the phrases I haven't heard in years but I have heard them...like fat tuesday..jaded...realms....je ne sais quoi...
these are words that aren't common in everyday language anymore, this was really neat!

Anonymous said...

WOW, you give a whole new meaning to Mardi Gras - brilliant as always, Thank YOU!

Anonymous said...

A very well-written poem!

Whitesnake said...

All of the above comments, please insert here!

Anonymous said...

Beautifully done!

Liza on Maui said...

yes, I agree with the comments above. Brilliant!

Claremont First Ward said...

I really enjoyed your poem. Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and comment. I absolutely love your "About me" description! :)

Anonymous said...

Very visual...

ThomG said...

Dark, powerful, brooding. Nice.

Anonymous said...

Ir also sounds like my desk when I used to make jewelry.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I loved this.
You've totally captured the spirit of Carnival / Mardi Gras

Anonymous said...

this is a shivery delight. temps and warns at the same time.

Shari said...

This sounds really professional. I like the verbs that you chose to use especially - tease, flees, and jives.

JP (mom) said...

Exquisite use of language. Excellent poem. Peace, JP/deb

Tammy Brierly said...

Beautifully written, you made it come alive. My brother is flying there today for the first time.

Sherry said...

I am feeling exactly where you are!

a mouthy irish woman? ridiculous! said...

graved in roadside attics....
i love that line.
as usual my anticipation to read your post was justly rewarded!

Mississippi Songbird said...

Great poem. I enjoyed reading it and your blog.. Have a great weekend..

susan said...

The sounds here give a definite rhythm. I can feel the energy of the carnival.

Christine Gail said...

thanks for the ticket to carnival, enjoyed much!

Forgetfulone said...

Ah! Unique, mysterious, and vivid. Loved it.

Linda Jacobs said...

There isn't one wasted word in here! Such excellent writing!

Anonymous said...

Mardi Gras..... leaves me wondering if I'd really enjoy going or are the stories more fun to hear. Beautiful!

Dee
http://pavinganewroad.wordpress.com/

Unknown said...

Pounding words -- they beat a rythym of their own to tell their tale. Very good.

Penelope Anne
http://wannabeawritersomeday.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunday-scribblings-date.html

Jennifer Hicks said...

so colourful and succinct!

well done!

Beau Brackish said...

Your wonderful poem reminds me how much I miss New Orleans. There is no place quite like it, even after Katrina. Thanks for bringing back some wonderful memories.

latree said...

ooooh... this is way too hard for me!!

aMus said...

thsi brough a lot of images jostling in my mind...soem sinister...some exciting...you sure packed a punch there with your 3 stanzas..amazing!

http://ontheprompt.blogspot.com/

little wing writer said...

i ken her dem ol bones rattlin..and im afraid to open my eyes...

Unknown said...

Fat Tuesday. What a great choice of a date.

Q said...

Once again you push my mind and create a vision! The rhythm and the sounds of New Orleans began with one word, "voodoo."
You are good!
Thank you.
Sherry