Oh That Sound

Let's just say this comes of homesickness. Let's just say I've been thinking about how people pronounce their words indistinguishably where I am. Let's just say I can't wait to get back to The South. Let's just say this has terrible flow, is fictional and I'd love some comments to help me draft it.

Oh That Sound

“But mah dee-uh, sh-oughly you cain’t be seery-us,”

this fine southern woman said to me, sitting in a salon chair

with her curls being perfectly set by an overpaid stylist,

“Whut do you mean you’ve nevah gotton yauh hay-uh dunn?”

It wasn’t the first time that my “do” was commented on

and I was sure that it would not be the last. Such is the life

of a less-than-southern woman. I smiled back with affection –

she was a recently acquired family member and I loved

every moment of it. The fifty-something-you’d-best-not-guess-how-old

leaned forward between curls and sipped at her tea, always sweet.

 “In mah guhlhood, I would nevah hay-ve gone aowt!”

Over the next four hours, I had my “hay-uh dunn”

and my “nayals dunn” like “ruhspectable fulk” while being prodded

 as to whether or not my “yung may-yun” was “treetin’ you raht.”

 After being away for so long, I couldn’t imagine leaving again. 

Here's to posting a first draft. 

The Visitor

The Visitor

I fold the napkins flatter and adjust the china:

willow pattern on the left, handle to the right.

My annual visitor seems to hover at the door, but I wait

for the knock that I know will come – never failing.

I smile in greeting, but it is hard to be genuine.

I prefer the normal distant correspondence – a pen pal

of sorts. The table is laid with biscuits and honey –

my guest doesn’t like scones and takes two lumps.

The coffee drinker’s brew fills the air with an earthy

smell that compliments his own. I sip my tea mildly.

We chat at first, nostalgia and reminiscing coming next.

Soon the tears run down our face in laugher and memory

and sadness when the time comes to say goodbye again.

Come back soon, the thought sits on the edge of my mind.

Missing him already, with a deep breath I am free again.




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