challenged to consider our thoughts
on some of the traditions of the Lenten season
or perhaps the tradition of Mardi Gras in New
Submitted to dVerse Tuesday Poetics
March 13, 2019
In the heart of New Orleans, around the area known as “The Quarter”,
it’s Mardi Gras. The streets fill with marching musicians and elaborate
parade floats from which beads, aluminum doubloons and small treats
are tossed to the raucous crowds of revelers, some in elaborate and
gaudy mache masks, a razzle dazzle potpouri of humanity made up
of tourists and locals including Creole, Cajun, indian, Spanish, French,
Zulu, and perhaps an occasional voodoo priestess, each bringing their
own ethnic tradition to the frenzied revelry, which continues into the
night, lighted by flaming flambeaux. The air hangs heavy with the
scent of alcohol, smoke, pralines, King cake and Cajun cooking.
It is the “festivale supreme”.
…and beyond the levee, the mighty Mississippi still flows lazily
to the ocean.