Katrina’s Sad Song
For ten years, it was
me and Mama in
Biloxi, Mississipi,
listenin’ to big, black Fannie Mae
belt out gospel,
praising Jesus.
Sometimes she was so soulful,
rejoicing and clapping
that her trailer
rocked and
shimmied,
shaking our trailer with it.
In the purple-toed
twightlight
and misty-grey
morning fog,
Fannie Mae and me would swing
under that magnolia tree,
listening to mocking birds.
Then like thieves, trill back,
stealing songs from
them wrens.
Mama’d
come home late
or leave early.
But Fannie Mae was always there.
That is,
until the monster come
and took her away.
Katrina hung heavy that day.
Hot humid air,
creeping closer.
Plywood pounding,
lightning, flashing across the
Mis’sippi
night sky,
like Star Wars.
Then pelting,
stinging
rain.
And wind . . .
bending trees,
crashing cars, and
tossing refrigerators like toys.
Finally stone, stinging silence.
Everything washed away
in the muddy,
bloody
Mississippi water.
Including Fannie Mae.
Thank you for the encouragement. Coco writer is me, Linda Puffenberger
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Love this piece. It invites me to read it again and again. But who is Cocowriter?
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I like your contrasts…like the noise of flinging refrigerators like toys and then the stone, singing silence! I’m looking forward to the book.
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Die-no-might!
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This is the opening paragraph of a novel I’d be buying to read! Very well written!
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Thank you Judy. This is from the introduction to my children’s book.
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Beautifully done!!! I especially like: the purple-toed twilight, stone, stinging silence, and the muddy, bloody, Mississippi water. I also liked your writing with a Mis’sippi cadence.
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