I am from

Thanks to Homespun for inspiring me to write this morning. I am borrowing her idea to write a poem based on this template.

I am from page, from Singer and black ink pen.
I am from the hot and salty Bay. From jellyfish that stung and clouds that disappeared.
I am from the flowering purple heather, and the hedgerow thorns that tore my clothes.
I am from page and silence , from moor and Avonel and pseudonyms .
I am from the anger and moonshine.
From brilliance and death.
I am from the South. From pyramids, crystal caves, and spells.
I'm from the Green Isle and ships on the cold northern sea, and a city in the swamp that fed me gumbo and Tabasco.
From the traitor to the north, the famous feud and the Sheriff who lived in a shotgun house.
I am from memories, lost and thrown away and those wished to be forgotten.