This is my verse for ReadWritePoem’s prompt #103 which was to incorporate “pomegranate” into a poem.
Pyrates
Footsteps of Jean Lafitte
echo from the past as I,
in my black eye patch and
swashbuckling boots, walk
the same streets. Revelers
dance down Decatur, gold
teeth winking in the sunlight at
wenches who lift their ruffled skirts
and crook their fingers: come hither!
The crowd salutes the paraders
with beers held high but I,
I sip my pomegranate martini with
lips stained red then kiss you with
a tart popped tongue.
~
Charlotte Hamrick 
Those are some boots. I like the pomegranate martini, and how the pirate ends up “succumbing” to fidelity at the end, with great provocative detail.
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Thanks,David. This was written about an actual event: Pyrate Week in New Orleans. I really did drink a pomegranate martini – drink of the gods!
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tart popped tongue!
silly girl
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nice words to go with the great boots…and pommy marti…pommy marti??? the brother of of some Cuban poet in my twisted mind…thanks for sharing this my friend
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Thanks, dawlin’! Hmmmm…debating whether to say what we used to call boots like these back in the day. I bet Donald knows.
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A great sense of provocative fun here.
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I appreciate the kind words, sir!
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Whoa, you’re down on Jackson Square. A Cosmo is the only way to properly ingest pomegranate. Aye lass, yer crook fingra tis castin’ a shadow on yer swashy buckler booties. Now, this poem is indeed a tribute to the better part of this venerable and fabled fruit. Happy Pyrate Day to ye. I enjoyed your poem (and the thought).
Regards,
DH
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Ah, I see you know the ole lady by the river. 🙂
You’ve been mighty quiet lately – glad to see ya back.
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“Thanks for the memories…” 😉
I like the movement from wardrobe to street-party atmosphere to the Cosmo and French kiss. Smooth!
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A street party ain’t a party without booze and kisses. 😉
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I used to wear shoes like this.As a result have paid a fortune in podiatrist’s
bills.
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I know what you mean. I can’t believe I used to stand on my feet 8 – 10 hours a day in 3 inch heels. No more!
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Yummy!
I wished I was right beside you during the parade!
You really are able to bring the taste of NOLA into your work…Great!
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I like the shoes a lot. Nice one
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I delighted in the playful attitude of your poem. Party on!
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Nothing better than enjoying a pomegranate martini and a N’awlins Parade! A fun read!
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Great fun indeed, zouxzoux, but with boots like that ….!
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Yeeeesssss? 😉
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Well perfect for a Friday night in Spring! I must make it to New Orleans soon! I bet everything is bloomin.
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Ah, Lilie, it is beautiful here now. However, this is an old poem that I just moved from “private” to “public” along with some others. I had to put them to private because they were published on a ezine back in January & one of the provisions was they had to be off my blog for a month. I just remembered to republish them here today. 🙂
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