Dark moon water on cobblestones
Coloured faces like the light
Passing through a jazz drenched scene
Disappearing in the night
A solo saxophonist
Croons a gentle, mournful cry
As partners in a strange parade
Join their hands and pass him by
There’s a tremor in the depthless night
The stars are blinking out
If the horsemen ride along these streets
If the madmen rise to shout
Blood red glimmer shines from doorways
Flowing syncopated beat
The ghosts of time are all arising
While the living must retreat
Dark moon water on cobblestones
Shines a dull and sombre glow
Leading down to the ninth circle
Should the worthy dare to go
Just one moment in this jazz riff
Discordant rhythms claim their prize
To prepare us for the death of life
So the new morning may arise.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

Such beautiful images. I’ve always wanted to go to NOLA, and after reading this it makes my desire to go even more sure. You’ve certainly capture the true essence of the place. Again, beautiful, Helen!
Thank you so much, Jack!! 🙂
Wow…..loved this!!
Thanks so much!!! It came from a rather eerie place in my mind! 🙂
Hmmmm…even the eerie places in you are awesome. Fascinating!! 😀
Hi and Wow!…loving the above poem!…I only chanced upon your blog through my young son who has you as a follower, look forward to more!
Thank you so much! 🙂 🙂
The like button is too understated sometimes. Wow!
Thank you, what a lovely thing to say!! 🙂
Hi Helen, your words have a flowing dance to them and the imagery leaps off the screen. I felt that way reading the Pied Piper too. Thank you for getting in touch, I love reading new poetry!
Thank you, that is so much appreciated!! 🙂
Wow, I could actually hear that mournful saxophone in the background. Well done!
Thank you so much, very much appreciated!! 🙂
I really, really liked this one. The subject matter. The wording. The ways the words flowed together. This is one of my favorite poems of yours 🙂
Thank you! Really appreciate your kind words!! 🙂