by Sandi Keaton-Wilson
A DYIN’ SHAME
It beats all I ever seen!
Anymore it requires
a license to live –
You got to pay to hunt,
to fish, to drive, to sell,
to marry, to work in town,
Even pay for spring water
and air! Hell. With the cost
of everything a-risin,’ I’ll have
to put a down payment on my
burial plot – sorta gives new meanin’
to a “lay away” plan.
Her voice was a poem,
a licked-up drop of honey poem –
the rhythm and aroma of rain
on magnolias. Her breath is the breeze
made by the rustle of the skirts of a
Mississippi mansion owner’s daughter
as she floats by like wind on the water.
She’s warm and moist like the sap and sweat
of some nanny wet nurse. Soft as cotton,
low as swamplands, her voice is a poem,
a licked-up drop of honey poem.
She’s Delta, the dearest desire of the South.
* unrevised version published in Bloodroot Journal
About Sandi Keaton-Wilson
Sandi Keaton-Wilson, of Somerset, Kentucky, is a writer of prose, poetry and plays. Her work has been published in more than fifty places including: POETRY AS PRAYER: Appalachian Women Speak, TELLING STORIES: Fiction by Kentucky Feminists, Writers Journal, Ideals, Appalachian Heritage, Journal of Kentucky Studies, and many others. She enjoys traveling to do dramatic readings of her writings in an attempt to preserve the rich dialect and tradition of her beloved region. Read more of her award winning poems HERE.
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