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Evangeline on Frenchmen Street New Orleans. |
It was at the Maison
where they came to life
Amid the crush
of Saturday night
Smelling of beer
and some other smoke
they kicked the week away
Cajun souls with Creole blood
Forgotten foremothers forgotten forefathers
dripped with sweat upon the floor
On Frenchmen Street by Washington Square
They sell the resolve
of inspiration
to the highest bidder
She would dance alone
with everyone there
The one that lives in but a dream
A note sustained
until the morn
before succumbing
to morning prayers
On bended knee she spoke to God
Asking not forgiveness
but for next Saturday night
The boys would have a week to remember
The men would have a week to forget
the one they call Evangeline.
— Mark Butkus
wow how haunting she is...asking not forgiveness but for the next time...an interesting person she is...and you give her life in your verse....
ReplyDeleteOne weekend in New Orleans Brian has changed my life.
DeleteShe would dance alone with everyone there... could tell many a different story, a strong vivid write...
ReplyDeleteoha...she sounds like quite the character..i can imagine that new orleans has its very own spell..
ReplyDeleteThis poem I felt like I watched, not read. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI like this. It's different. You idealize Evangeline, you describe her and you know her well. I've never been to New Orleans, it sounds like it has it's wild side, like Evangeline.
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