The Arthur Ravenel Jr. Bridge

I’m crossing the bridge. I can feel
the night below
the guardrail is haunting me, the
abyss of the Cooper River.
The moon and the stars are scary
too.
The bolts are holding up the sky,
the billowing concrete lights.
I’m meeting the Isle of Palms. I am
no longer high strung.
The Arthur Ravenel Jr. is a ghost
across the tree
line. I’m safely in the dark of the
island.

 

Charleston Honeymoon in August

Along the battery, I feel like a bottle of
water
as the palm trees are still, as
if to pause
like a mirage of Charlestonians
the Hunley is on a barge, a
funeral
procession
after a hundred years of
Fort Sumter
and black painted cannons
I’m trapped in the Sun of the South
I just
want peace like a bottle of aspirin.
And a honeymoon like cherries and dip.

 

The City of Charleston

I like the old city. It fills me full
of ghost.
How the horses still clop on the
cobblestone.
A clipper ship floats in the harbor
as if it has cross and bones
when the only lantern seems to
be
the moon
as steps draw nearer, between the
the shadows and the Spanish moss.

 

The Backstreets of Charleston

It’s a cold and rainy night in Charleston.
I’m walking in the glaze,
as if the backstreets
tell tales.
I come to the building where
the door looks like time.
I step inside the first room is
a bar,
the second a courtyard
for weddings, and
the third a dance hall.
Oh! How contemporary is the
bride and groom,
between these walls,
while outside
streets of cobblestone
where lanterns once flickered and glowed,
throwing shadows.
I step back into the eerie dark with suit
and tie.

 

Visit to Charleston

Lying in bed at the Hamilton. The
sounds of the night. On the
cobblestone below a bus by the
concert hall. I am not isolated.
Even the hallways seem to talk.
There is a lamp, a pad, and desk.
And the pen flows like the Cooper
River of
Charleston
The traffic like a moonlit lullaby.
Oh! How deep a dream can be like
the ink.

 

Daniel Barbare

Daniel Barbare

Danny P. Barbare resides in the Upstate of the Carolinas. He attended Greenville Technical College. His poetry has won The Jim Gitting's Award and has been nominated for Best of the Net. His works have been recently published in recently been published in (HERA) Humanities Education Research Association and The Aurorean. He lives with his wife and family in Greenville, SC.

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