Today is Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. I couldn’t resist posting this spooky haibun I wrote a couple of years ago….Marie Leveau, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans during the 1830s – 1850s. A tignon is a scarf women of color had to wear over their hair in public. Some of the ladies worked the various scarves into confections or topped with standard stylish millinery. A loa is a spirit of the voodoo gods. Offerings are often given to thank the loas for favors or to ask for one. Offerings frequently include sweets, coins, rum, cigars, pound cake. I cheated and did a double haiku. http://dversepoets.com/2016/10/20/open-link-night-182/
In the cemetery St. Louis in Nawlins I wandered at night.Under a summer sky the cemetery reeked as only a cemetery in Nawlins can reek In hot wet summer. Resurrection ferns sprouted from the crumbling soft bricks and a fresh tomb
lurked, bright white in the full moon. Wreaths of flowers -some fresh and Others faded decorated the various tombs. I wandered seeking the tomb of the one, the one with the tignon of flame twisted into seven points. Other tombs showed signs of dirt being scraped from beside – graveyard dust – or plates Of pound cake, coins, the smell of rum and tafia spilled and unsmoked cigars, offerings laid out. The voodoos had been busy this past full moon, seeking the spirits of the loas. A footstep behind me…I turned and my tongue clove to the roof of my mouth. The hair prickled on my arms and at the nape of my neck. In the moonlight, in the shadows stood she of the seven pointed tignon with her giant king snake coiled about her. In a voice like frost killed weeds and granite she asked, What seek ye here Child? And reached out to me. I awoke with a start…The smell of the cemetery, the moist dirt, the smell of burned rum in my nose; the bottom of my feet coated with graveyard dust and cut from the broken bricks along the path.
under the moonlight
stood she of the flame pointed
tignon – Marie Laveau
seeking I found her
and the night buzzed with the sound