Saturday, July 4, 2015

Southern Gothic

I buried a book
under a cypress tree.
Watered it with whiskey
and sweet tea.
It took seven years
to grow Tennessee;
now he twines through my half-breed hair.

Over there
is a fine Sunday suit

for dressing up all of Saturday's sin.

Over here under the cypress tree root,
Southern Gothic

rising again.

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads

25 comments:

விமான said...

This is absolutely one of my favorites of yours. I'm going to read it again and again.

Thomas Lanier would be pleased.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Loved this! Beautifully executed :D

Sylvia K said...

You never fail to amaze me, MZ!!! This is terrific!! And, yes, I'll be reading in again and again, too!! Hope you have a great July 4/weekend!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Fantastic! One of my faves!

C.C. said...

This is so imaginative and beautifully penned. You are a MASTER :-)

welshstream said...

What a great concept spawning a wonderful poem :)

Outlawyer said...

Ha! I feel a zombie coming on--very funny on that level and yet you always rise above the expected or ordinary--a lot of fun here. Thanks. k.

Fireblossom said...

Very southern indeed, at least to my northern ear. Whiskey and sweet tea...love that, though I doubt it's in any gardening book. ;-)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Oh, this is gorgeous in all sorts of ways. :)

georgeplaceblog said...

Wild applause from this part of the south.

Gail said...

I absolutely LOVE this one! You speak volumes in small pieces. Fantastic!

Lolamouse said...

Did Southern Gothic ever really go away? When I lived in SC, I saw the hypocrisy every week-sin on Saturday and go to church on Sunday to be forgiven. What BS!

rhymeswithbug said...

Fabulous!

Gemma Wiseman said...

Love it. Love it. Love it. Like 3 versions of life and only one really lives.

brudberg said...

How come the heat can feels so cold?

blueoran said...

You've got Flannery O'Connor's knack for turning bourbon into vine.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You have a particular way with poems set on Sunday, which I find fascinating, especially when they are infused with such a strong sense of place as this example.

hedgewitch said...

I can feel the Southern gothic running strong, live oaks and spanish moss implied, not stated, around the crumbling manse of our whiskey and sweet tea-soaked sanity--growing Tennesee is one of the best phrases I've read in years--superlative 55.

Other Mary said...

Oooh, what a great, gothic garden! Love the Saturday sin in Sunday's suit. Al the imagery is fresh and unexpected.

Jim said...

I learned a lot here, M.Z. Tennessee always seemed to be a lady to me. Maybe because all the folk I know there are ladies. Two best friends there, one a Baptist, the other a Methodist. One sips minted tea, the other wine and gin. Guess which is which? Love them both.
..

Marian said...

Wow, this blows me away. The rhythm of it, and the taste, intoxicating. Mmmmmm.

Sioux said...

This would be good to read while drinking some sweet tea... or a Long Island iced tea.

Again, I'm going to slash one of your tires--too much talent let loose in too few words.

(I hate you ;)

Noopur Kothari said...

Beautifully expressed!
Great job...

grapeling said...

lyrics. you write ear worms, MZ ~

Susie Clevenger said...

Whiskey and sweet tea make the perfect fertilizer for growing southern Gothic. Love your take on the prompt.