Mardi Gras Dreamer
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her forehead
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio Carnival
for her tropic of woman
whose calypso dance
will be boundless as the sparkle
of her sequined costume
revealing the chocolate curves
of the Candomblé ritual chant
whose rhythm beats in the heart
of her samba dance
for the Rei Momo
who queens her
not just for a night of revelry
but as bricklayers
together building a castle
made of fallen garden walls
with empty whisky bottles for windows
stained with memories of love
that sparkle in the moonlight
of the architectural wonder
surpassing the Taj Mahal
as a dedication of devotion
Rated for Everyone 

Mardi Gras Dreamer
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Sounds like a grand time. Great write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks a million Damian. Much appreciated.
John
Vivd… sensual… well done John…
S. Libellule, thank you so much my friend. Glad you enjoyed.
John
Excellent in detail and a wonderful delivery. Only in New Orleans. Nice work here John.
Thank you so much Visions. You observations on the authentic and unique New Orleans scene I wrote are very much appreciated. Love that you saw that my friend.
John
Powerful imagery.
Thanks so much Thomas. Glad the imagery left such an impression on you. Much appreciated.
John