Monday WRites 245

This is how my garden said Happy Mother's Day to me, and by extension i am saying belated Mother's Day Greetings to all visiting mothers today

Wishing all A Happy Monday
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #245: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#79: Three Years In Montana


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Prosery: Maya Angelou
Challenged to use the seven words
[his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream]
From Maya Angelou's poem Caged Bird in a prose writing of not more than 144words

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The beautiful flower moon arrived early. Birds were still nesting in their hushed roosts. She was round and full, super bright at the cusp of day and night. She had traversed gazillion of stars in her eating frenzy. She was sated now.

Will there be rain to add to the tears of an earth pining under the burden of pandemic charges?

Who knew as she waned, as morning stretched awake, that her slumber behind azure curtains light and gossamer like spider weaves, would lead to a night of quarantined madness, as ominous clouds dared to hide her brillance.

And below, in a sleepy little cottage in the woods, the hermit, as he wakes in a cold sweat, his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
© gillena cox


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REVISIT
11 May 2017

11 May 2016

11 May 2015

no linky today keeping it simple ..working from my mobile phone..a new charger for my lap top ...ordered



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