A Creole Townhouse
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I visited New Orleans years before hurricane Katrina where hundreds were killed and
eighty percent of the city was flooded. I saw the Mardi Gras Parade, I listened to
jazz music on Bourbon Street and I took a tour of the French Quarter, the Vieux
Carre, the oldest and most unique neighbourhood in New Orleans. I saw lots of
great architecture, unique treasures, but I was drawn to the Creole townhouses.
courtyards and arcades
balconies with steep pitched roofs
speaks of history
There was one townhouse dripping with green that touched my soul. It spoke to me
of the struggle and poverty and racial strife and of the vibrant history of this old city.
The falling foliage spoke of great pride and was exquisite to behold, so picturesque.
Timeless was the beauty, alive and reflective of history. After Katrina, I worried for
this house of beauty, but I heard that, The Quarter suffered relatively little damage
from flooding, although some were damaged from wind. Oh what became of that
beautiful townhouse? I wish I knew.
oh did brick save you
you were high above the sea
do the plants still drip
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December 29, 2015
Haibun
For the contest, A House In New Orleans, sponsor, Lin Lane
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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