Down Home Ecstasy
(In tribute to Muddy Waters)
Listen to the Blues
Visualize
Charcoal black sweet, sweat sinews
Broad, powerful
Sunset of smudged peach,
purple and orange
Honeysuckle
Fireflies
Cotton dresses
Brother testify with a harmonica
Make it preach
Baby, do your thing
Boss man’s gone
Now, here is love and rhythm
Here is pathos in wailing song
A woman lounges
A child’s head in her lap
Heads thrown back
Spines arched and proud
Listen:
Can’t you hear
Song give birth?
Can’t you hear that cry
Like throaty thunder?
Can’t you feel its caress
Sultry and strong?
Blackness pure, undiluted Like well water
Dipped up to a pair of full lips
Pouring down a long graceful neck
Ain’t nothing like the Blues
Copywrite 2007 Valjeanne Jeffers-Thompson all rights reserved
First appeared in Pembroke Magazine Issue 39, 2007
(In tribute to Muddy Waters)
Listen to the Blues
Visualize
Charcoal black sweet, sweat sinews
Broad, powerful
Sunset of smudged peach,
purple and orange
Honeysuckle
Fireflies
Cotton dresses
Brother testify with a harmonica
Make it preach
Baby, do your thing
Boss man’s gone
Now, here is love and rhythm
Here is pathos in wailing song
A woman lounges
A child’s head in her lap
Heads thrown back
Spines arched and proud
Listen:
Can’t you hear
Song give birth?
Can’t you hear that cry
Like throaty thunder?
Can’t you feel its caress
Sultry and strong?
Blackness pure, undiluted Like well water
Dipped up to a pair of full lips
Pouring down a long graceful neck
Ain’t nothing like the Blues
Copywrite 2007 Valjeanne Jeffers-Thompson all rights reserved
First appeared in Pembroke Magazine Issue 39, 2007
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