The prompts for yesterday’s Three Word Wednesday were
Fracture~Noise~Vanish
This week I’ve also submitted this poem to readwritepoem 
where the prompt was to write something inspired by a news headline. My poem is inspired by a headline from the online site for WWOZ, my favorite local radio station.
delaronde street
by late august we’ve become
accustomed to the noise of the
locusts singing their mating song of hope
the calls rise and fall in tandem
with the breeze that blows over
our bodies as
we lie together in the hammock
the gnarly limbs of an ancient oak
like a cradle around the balcony and
we the not-so-innocent babes
within it’s protective embrace
softly we swing holding our
glasses of gin and tonic the cold
sweat of the glass dripping
on breasts and chest then
vanishing into skin that still
glows with the flush of sex
the rustling leaves of the palmettos
heighten the strains of Irvin’s
Othello and Desdemona wafting
through the french doors and
I hum along too lazy and sated
to talk eyes languidly watching
the whir of the ceiling fan
In the midst of the fading afternoon
the mournful horn of The Natchez
fractures our reverie and we
smile because it’s another reminder
of why we are so content in
this city by the river
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“Delaronde Street” was published in the January 2010 issue of The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Sensual, indeed! Lovely write~
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Just so many great images in this. Luck with the submission.
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Mmm… sounds like a delicious sort of day… I could go for some cuddling in a hammock with a special someone…
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Overflowing with great imagery.
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Lush imagery and interplay between the speaker, lover, and surroundings.
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This was beautiful, sensual, and made me want to step into the poem and be the person writing it…
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Hmm. Interesting how you write sensual week after week.
blowing over that mug of coffee
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Very evocative of postcoital languor. Nice touch choosing Othello for that setting.
“Not so innocent babes …holding their gin and tonics…”
Nice!
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from Therese B.at RWP — I admire so many aspects of this “reverie” poem — its easy cascading flow, its clusters of similar images, its sustained theme of sound (locusts, song, hum, rustle), its seasonal relevance to August, its lovely ending. Right now as I read this poem, I’m hearing loud insect buzzings outside!
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Yes, there are beautiful images in this poem, which convey the relaxed, sleepy feeling very well.
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Thank you so much,everyone. I feel so fortunate that y’all enjoyed my amateur attempt at describing this fantasy of mine. For, it is a fantasy – one I would love to have come true one day! 🙂
My mind is a bit preoccupied right now with the 4th anniversary of Katrina tomorrow but I will visit all of y’all. I’m sure I will enjoy and learn from everyone’s work.
Again, thank you.
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well done…and were all amateurs in a pro world
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Wonderful capturing of a specific moment — great use of detail.
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I quite like the casual observations that sort of string together. Rather like reading train of thought.
Well done.
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Thank you Wayne,Nathan and Mark. It’s the male species that inspires me, as you can tell. 🙂
BTW – if anyone is interested, the line
“the strains of Irvin’s
Othello and Desdemona wafting
through the french doors”
refers to Irvin Mayfield’s tune “Othello & Desdemona” from his CD “How Passion Falls”. You can hear a little snippet on Basin Street Records: http://www.basinstreetrecords.com/
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you stir the paint of your delicious images and emotions – oh how eyes follow the drips from your glass to there lovely destination…
David in Maine USA
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