I love jazz & blues, and we have an annual jazz festival here in Cork, so I can relate to the setting for this poem and waking up hungover, though I've never tried a mint julep. Love the pictures also.
So right after I read about the plow, I was like please incorporate seeds! And there is was. Beautiful, thank you for not forgetting about the weeds :)
The Bourbon Street blues have a new meaning with shivers and shakes, mint julips aside cast ashore on Mississippi exchanged for st Lawrence tides.
For a little while, oui, mon ami.
Let good times roll.
Nice poem!
Thank you, Frédérique mon frère!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tSeTv-vZW0
Very cool
A mint julep sleep--fantastic!
Thanks Kim!
I love jazz & blues, and we have an annual jazz festival here in Cork, so I can relate to the setting for this poem and waking up hungover, though I've never tried a mint julep. Love the pictures also.
Thanks Martin — you should try a mint julep at the earliest opportunity
I will. And some Potter Poems to go with it!
Nice piece
Thank you
I would love to visit all the music towns in the US
New Orleans is definitely that and more -- no place like it
Love the poem!
Thank you, Karen
"the praline glaze of the sky" - beautiful
Thank you, Amy
I've never been. I hope you've enjoyed the trip!
Thanks Rod -- it's a marvelous place!
Beautiful. And the photos are stunning 😍❤️
Thank you, Francesca
So right after I read about the plow, I was like please incorporate seeds! And there is was. Beautiful, thank you for not forgetting about the weeds :)
Thank you, Beth -- I love that!
Cf. https://alaskanriviera.com/2015/01/27/4-23-mud-and-blood/ (the inspiration for the image)
LOVE that second stanza. 🙂
Thank you, Thomas.
"and we will learn what it means
to miss New Orleans, like Louis said."
New Orleans always feels like a part of me that I know but regretfully only occasionally visit. Thanks for sharing this
Thanks, Mike, it's great to hear from you here. Someday we should meet in New Orleans, if not in Alaska -- which I regretfully have yet to visit.
‘…the bright feeling
of a poem coming on’ - what a true and lovely description!