For the beautiful city of Charleston, South Carolina
Charleston, South Carolina has a heartbeat all its own,
Steady and slow,
The sound is St. Michael’s bell that has rung like clockwork
For three-hundred years,
Like an uncracked Liberty Bell
Through two wars, slavery and civil rights,
And always it sings, “sweet freedom” as it tolls the hour
Over cobblestone streets and tourists taking carriage rides.
Couples still do their promenade on the Battery,
First down from their homes and back
on Sundays after mandatory church,
With sea spray splashing on white fancy frocks
and white planters’ suits,
The sound of Palmetto branches rattling
In the sultry breeze,
barely audible between the roaring roll of waves.
Rainbow Row, its softly rainbow colored houses
Turned sideways to the road
Each facing a garden with intricately designed wrought iron gates,
And walls of tabby, oyster shells
peeking out from accidental artistically placed patches.
It’s a matter of pride that only a few blocks away
Porgy met Bess and sang “Summertime” from a porch
less well kept but sideways to the main road.
It’s Charleston, after all.
And there’s always ambiance, a smile and a drawl.
Sounds stunning!!Not knowing much about Charleston this was lovely, rich warm words and a sense of pride!
With sea spray splashing on white fancy frocks
and white planters suits,
The sound of Palmetto branches rattling
In the sultry breeze,
barely audible between the roaring roll of waves.
This imagary was lovely..............would love to be there now!
"Its a matter of pride that only a few blocks away
Porgy met Bess and sang Summertime from a porch
less well kept but sideways to the main road."
I like this part the best. Maybe it's because I can see two old ladies in rocking chairs with their crochet needles and balls of yarn next to them. Maybe that not the original sentiment you were going for but I really like the lines that are deeper than they seem. As for the rest of the poem, I liked it but this line really jumped out at me and begged me to read deeper. I think it's a shame I had to wait to near the end to read it, but it's placement is perfect. It's a sweet image after we read about the street they live on and it's stand-still attration. Now that I think about it, I really like the third stanza as well, because it illustrated the three hundred years the bell went through without using the words, like these tabby's and oysters were always there. Anyway, good poem.
Porgy and Bess, my all time favorite. I don't know much about the south, except what I have read over the years, and you capture that in this poem.
Tony
This brings up a vision of horses clip clopping over cobblestones as couples glide under parasols, through the magnolia scented evening. A wonderful poem.
great descriptions, felt like a postcard or a commercial - the humble omniscient voice you carry through out the piece has the golden resonance of a narrator walking through the streets introducing everyone if this were a broadway play (Thornton Wilder would be impressed, i think)
one thing, maybe - in Rainbow Row, maybe don't describe the houses as being "rainbow" again, use something else... i dunno, its being picky i know but with a piece this stylistically wonderful i got nothing else to say
you should do an entire series of places and cities, that'd be awesome, like Sufjan Stevens or something, lol hmm
keep writing and i'll keep reading,
g.
You are not only a poet but a painter of scenery. Your knowledge of word value is as profound as your knowledge of color, and it is largely for this reason, because you have carried over the eye and method of art into the field of poetry, that the fresh, living forms you have created seem so tangible.
Born in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more..