drumming by the bayou

drumming by the bayou

at dawn,

knotted cypresses

stall the waters, long enough,

to reflect new light

into the bloodshot eyes

of demons that must rest,

though nothing feels

cool to the touch in this place—

she, having worn the red dress,

he, having kissed the lips of rum,

both, offered freely,

in the name of mischief.

so the echoes of spirits dance,

in the backwaters

of a higher time and space,

nothing to decipher,

no more, no less,

as earth’s pores drizzle in the demise

of night’s tainted, unadulterated sweat,

the only thing spiritually left

to cool the delirium

of a perfect recklessness.

Eliana Vanessa

Eliana Vanessa is originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana at a young age.  Her poems have been selected for display via a community project called St Tammany Poetry on the Streets, and she recently participated in the Jane Austen Festival (2017,2018, 2019, upcoming) as part of a panel of other selected poets.  Eliana Vanessa’s work appears in Siren’s Call, The Horrorzine, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Ramingo’s Porch, Fearless Magazine, and the anthology, Masks Still Aren’t Enough.

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