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[Tiger Orchid - image from google dot com]
EVER WONDERED HOW THE FIRST ORCHID GOT THERE...JUST SAYING
When the salt torched her skin, she shrieked like ten thousand banshees bumping into age-old trees in the jungle. They has banished her to the heart of the jungle, calling her a witch. Only because the King (i don't remember his name now) loved her so much. She was the most beautiful woman in her tribe. (i dont rightly remember the name of her tribe now either)
She knew then for sure, they didn't want her around anymore. Her pride was hurt, and her heart was beating lapses of lemons. Not even Anancy in all his trickery mastery, could revenge her, she thought. So she withered, right there in the jungle.
When next they passed by, every one stopped to look at her, she was so beautiful. Her mouth still open from her dead lips screaming. Her petals speckled from their wicked salting.
But how did she get here? They mused with their mighty minds and called her epiphyte.
MAKING MYTHS[3] EVER WONDERED HOW THE FIRST ORCHID GOT THERE...JUST SAYING © gillena cox 2017
epiphyte - A plant, such as a tropical orchid or a staghorn fern, that grows on another plant upon which it depends for mechanical support but not for nutrients. Also called aerophyte, air plant.
to Unsuspecting Bystanders and What to Do About It, by Gary Leon Hill
Blog hopping today with
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(Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
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11 March 2015
11 March 2016
Oh I love this.. how your turned this into a mythology.. the most beautiful woman turned an orchid.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Björn
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Gillena, this is brilliant! I love so many things about it--the structure, the way the narrator doesn't answer the main question until the reader has no hope that he might, this glorious phrase: "her heart was beating lapses of lemons."
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for taking part in today's prompt, and crafting such mythical yumminess.
Also, it's about time that Anancy to fail at something! *don't tell him I said that*
(✿◠‿◠) I won't
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in to read mine Magaly
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Now I know why those orchids are so beautiful and how they got there. Nice style in describing this.
ReplyDelete(✿◠‿◠) thanks for dropping in Frank
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This is wonderful and so imaginative. Thank you for taking me into this garden
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I love the story, and the title that inspired it. I, too, especially like her heart beating lapses of lemons.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sherry
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This was really, really good! This had a great old school feel of a story teller working her craft around the fire.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rommy. In the seventies (197-)s, when I worked in Children's Library. I was a storyteller on Saturday mornings. That was work and great fun too.
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Wow, Gillena, a wonderful myth, with epiphytes, Anancy, no less, and a jungle. I love the asides in brackets, which bring your storytelling to life, and the description: 'Her mouth still open from her dead lips screaming. Her petals speckled from their wicked salting.'
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Kim
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Oh this is lovely!❤️I love how this poem has the feeling of being a phenomenal legend of sorts sigh especially "her heart was beating lapses of lemons" took my breath away!❤️Beautifully penned.
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Sanaa
I love the way you wound folklore into a tale to fit the title. Fascinating storytelling.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Kerry
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Awesome mythology, Gillena! Great minds think alike. Lol!
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by to read mine Bekki
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