Saturday, January 23, 2010

New Orleans Muse (a poem)

What multiplies in this city's soil
bubbling words from guts
into any space where writers inhale
midnight air?

From its bones seep echoes of tales
carried by blood to storytellers,
poets and babies in wombs,
tales howling to be told, to be told,
to be told.

This town sleeps curled in a crescent
of the Mississippi while on its oldest streets
creep ghosts and priestesses, beggars,
princes and dedicated whores.

Everywhere our story.
Everywhere a lyric.
Everywhere a bed for lying.

(c) Copyright 2010 Nordette N. Adams

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