Halloween Sonnet Contest: Shades, Danny Fitzpatrick
Danny Fitzpatrick is the author of a few books, most recently He lives in New Orleans and edits a journal called Joie de Vivre.
SHADES
The shades of New
Orleans address the tourists, who process, stately, with hurricanes in hand
No watches chink the
murals of my sleep.
No hill crest keeps the sea from seeping up
And slipping her hot fingers through my hair
And braiding souls inside her loving cup.
All summer sweat the footfalls toward the
gloom
As sirens split the streams our melting
bounds.
No monument arises at the loom
While in the deep the treadle beats its
rounds.
Sick autumn, fickle winter, sickly spring
Give way as we amend our gibbered praise
And urge our segregated selves to sing
The tropic ardor of our sunless day.
Account yourselves, sweet visitors, thus
blessed:
That time can still afford her circling rest.
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