Zulu with the Kids
by Delilah Coyne
It's new again.
In the corner of their smiles,
the gleeful lilt of their squeals
as, before them,
larger than life faces wobble by.
Treasures and trinkets, gleaming wonders,
sail through the air just missing their tiny fingers.
Black faced strangers smile their way,
pointing at her and tossing the prize
that's meant for her alone.
Bright colors assail their eyes.
Nemo and Cleopatra, bigger than giants,
pass before them, amazing and enthralling.
Marching bands thump along in a hundred different colors.
My children bounce to the tune and clap their hands,
waiting for the next float.
Mardi Gras is fun for me again because of them.
Author's Note: Sentimental and not so great, but I wanted to get it down while the images of their enjoyment were fresh on my mind.
Posted on 02/07/2008
Copyright © 2020 Delilah Coyne
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/07/08 at 03:29 PM|
Awesome.... an excellent write! I have so many wonderful memories of Mardi Gras in the 35 years I lived in N'Awlins.... I miss it! Well done.....
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/08/08 at 05:26 AM|
Nothing wrong with sentimental, if it doesn't go too far. I think you did a great job.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/23/08 at 08:21 PM|
You catch the fun, frenzy, and feel of Mardi Gras!