Ode to My Soul

If you are a native of New Orleans, that place lives in your blood.

Ode to My Soul

Moss and magnolias

The Avenue �" dense with oaks

A rumble, a shake, streetcar dances

Pralines and perfume on Royal

Bodies and booze on Bourbon

Slyly creeping spirits in Greenwood

Father in his cassock on Sunday morn

White powder and brown mud

The breakfast of kings and queens

Mardi Gras Mambo and Indian chants

Monkey hill and Storyland

Woven in blood and soul

Forever mine.

Reviews

[Pete]

such deep descriptions - surely from the soul and very telling. nicely said.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I loved loved the descriptives so much and as I live so far away can’t imagine most of these except a few of course yes of course a few
Loved it took me to your world your growing years your teens and adulthood

[Michael Sun Bear]

Nicely written and very evocative for me. I’ve never been there so appreciated being temporarily transported there. Your love for the place shines through.

[Chris]

I followed this completely... and appreciated it.