Cornbread and GumboA Poem by Luke RittaA poem about my love of the deep south of america.Cornbread and Gumbo I’m heading down south…tag a long if you like.
A fine silver mist hovers over the Mississippi river. Early morning Sunlight trickles down onto the red dust of Georgia. The aroma of burnt whisky and the sound of guitar strings being plucked by an 86-year-old man. The Blues is played through the streets and bars while cornbread and bowls of gumbo are swallowed as the music glides over the delta. A ginger cat relaxes in the shade of an old civil war veranda. The alcohol infused ghosts of William Faulkner and Truman Capote stumble around the hills of Tennessee while a hobo Pours his soul into his old Harmonica. Steaming plates of grits, collard greens and warm biscuits are devoured, As southern belle dances in a cornfield, her long white dress flows in the sweet southern air. I’m heading to Alabama, Lynchburg and Baton Rouge.
I’m heading down south…tag a long if you like.
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StatsAuthorLuke RittaLondon, United KingdomAboutHi, I am 26 and from London. I love writing short stories, poems and novels. My writing is a bit like Jack Kerouac and Ernest Hemingway. I love reading classic Literature, from Tolstoy to Proust, I .. more..Writing
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