Fat tuesday's half moon...

We engag'd over coffee au lait & 

         beignets at Cafe Du Monde ~

Mardi Gras was sweet delirium

   caught up in frenzied displays of passion

we crash'd into each other's expectations

     under a fat tuesday's half moon

French Quarter flipp'd us a big easy 

     jazz'd within breath's fiery release

mask'd emotions as beads of sweat,

    Bacchus paraded around our sin

our rituals proved no epiphany

 grand fiesta under this spell was worth shriving

  redemption floated away soon after festivities fast 

Author's Note

The day is sometimes referred to as 'Shrove Tuesday', from the word 'shrive'
meaning confess.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Happy Fat Tuesday to you my sweet friend. Your wonderful poem has whisked me off to the land of jazz music and colorful beads. I can picture myself sitting at the Cafe du Monde with a frsh hot cuppa dn some sweet treats watching the world go by in all of its wonder and celebration. I can feel the cool breeze flowing off of the Mississippi and hear the lone saxophonist playing on its shoreline walkway. This was a wonderful treat this morning Frieda. You have taken me there...will you join me?

[Frieda P]

I'm so there Jack, N'awlins is one of my most favorite places on earth, the food, the people, music and atmosphere just keeps you yearning to do it again and go back for more, thanks so much.

[s y e]

IT'S PANCAKE DAY! WOO!

//we crash'd into each other's expectations
under a fat tuesday's half moon
French Quarter flipp'd us a big easy //

I loved this, Frieda. Happy Fat Tuesday to you too. I know I am late as my night is drawing to a close but oh well... loved this one. Great job.

[Frieda P]

Even if it's Wednesday where you are now, you can still always laissez les bons temps rouler sweet pea....grazie mille!