N. Rampart St., New Orleans
The Swamp Shack
Where once I laid my
spinning, splitting head
after an impetuous flight
along an uneven footpath,
mumbling foul epithets and
being chased by phantom misdeeds.
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NaPoWriMo: Day 6 – The Swamp Shack
Hey Yous,
may we hang this exquisite post on my Ladder?
I just got a house on Piety between Rampart and St Claude so perchance we will become neighbors. Though finishing the work on this foreclosure will take the following year, I can wait a little while longer for homecoming, as it has been since 8/29/05, when I rode out the storm and Federal Flood for 7 days in the bywater (but then again, we were All by the water).
Dear Editilla,
This is actually a second bedroom behind my best friend’s shotgun. Let me know when you move in and I’ll come for a visit. I’m in the Bywater often. So glad you’re back in the city! xoxo
You know you may at any time hang anything of mine on the ladder. (well….almost anything)
A fascinating a) poem and b) meeting!
I know the footpath, been there often, but I ended up in a ditch. Didn’t know deluxe accommodations were available.
Thanks Yous!
And btw… Ah been workin’on this ever since finding you… is NaPoWriMo one’a'dem Tibetan 4 syllable thingies that one might open up the 6 syllable mantra thingies with?
For example:
Om Ha Hum Hri
Om Mani Padme Hum
…jus’axin
Just say Ommmmmmm, Grasshopper.
zouxzoux, I am so enjoying your writing and those photos of New Orleans.
Pamela
Uncanny; I lived in a place just like that for 3/4 months back at the start of the millennium.
Great post!
I’m glad y’all like this little ditty. There is quite a story behind it.
Love the picture and poetry, sorry to hear about the uneven footpath etc.