Down Home Ecstasy(In tribute to Muddy Waters)Listen to the BluesVisualizeCharcoal black sweet, sweat sinewsBroad, powerfulSunset of smudged peach,purple and orangeHoneysuckleFirefliesCotton dressesBrother testify with a harmonicaMake it preachBaby, do your thingBoss man’s goneNow, here is love and rhythmHere is pathos in wailing songA woman loungesA child’s head in her lapHeads thrown backSpines arched and proudListen:Can’t you hearSong give birth?Can’t you hear that cryLike throaty thunder?Can’t you feel its caressSultry and strong?Blackness pure, undilutedLike well waterDipped up to a pair of full lipsPouring down a long graceful neckAin’t nothing like the BluesCopyright Valjeanne Jeffers-Thompson 2007 all rights reservedFirst appeared in PemBroke Magazine 2007This is one of my favorite poems cause I love the Blues -- and I had so much fun writing it.Muddy Waters, Howling Wolf, John Lee Hooker... are true stoytellers (smile)!
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