New Orleans Dreams

 

A poem exploring love magic—does the power lie in some ritual ceremonial candles or the heart lighting them?

Answers after reading, if you choose. Salute 

Title.

New Orleans Dreams.

(A lone voice whispers as the speaker writes in his journal.)

I went to see the Bayou Queen yesterday.

Deep in the Louisiana Mississippi Delta.

She bade me sit and began to say as nearby drums played.

“Boy, you got it in a bad way. These cards say that even the world's against your love this time around. 

But I feel your special one you've already found. So take these candles and just light one each day. 

And its smoke will carry your aura her way, so she can know and feel you when the nighttime crickets sing and the nighttime bats play.”

That was three weeks ago.

Each night after 9 pm, before I light a candle, I smell such a scent it drives my senses wild, and even my dog, Billy, barks.

Could it be her attracted to my aura through the Bayou Queens candles?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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