[ a google dot com image]
DANCE FOR MAY
Why did we dance, twirling and twining;
Ribbons so colourful, and some in our hair;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May
Poles upright, reaching for the sky;
And us, wee ones going round and round;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May
[scarlet pimpernel flowers from google dot com]
WILD AND FREE
Those were the days, yes, when heads rolled
Like sliced bread, on buttered ways;
For Madame Guillotine, quite sharp was she,
A pampered princess, could, headless peasant
Tomorrow be.
But a market cart driven by a hag, may just
Be Chauvelin's snag, for wildflowers, the colour
Of blood, blossomed free and wild
Insignificant, the scarlet pimpernel
Along the country sides
"They seek him here,
they seek him there,
those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
That damned elusive Pimpernel."[ The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Emma Orczy 1865 – 1947]
[BIRD SONGS in Asheba's back yard
in Trinidad from YouTube]
WHERE FROM
From the excitement of twittering beaks,
These bird songs telling, telling of skies,
Skies given in transition to feature shades,
Shades of grey, whittling into silvery salmons,
Tints of unbelievable yellows and pale pale blues
From the other whorl of dreams and fantasy,
Fantasy, believers craft in make-believe worlds,
To challenges senses, to look deeply into self,
For where else, does creation bud but within
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #55, ❧✿❧ My morning mood today, inspired me to write and link to The Imaginary Garden With Real Toads❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
GRAB MY BUTTON
Written for Susie Clevenger's prompt Real Toads ~ Where Do I Come From?
HER CHALLENGE: Today's challenge is to write about ~ Where do I come from? You can write about ancestry, place, environment, time. event...endless possibilities. Just pick a place in the story of you and take us there.
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TILL IT BE MORROW First Voice
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow [William Shakespeare]
Second Voice
You leave us your music
You take with you your smile
Good night then and adieu
Colours of the rainbow curved
Into your every harmonious vibe
Oh but such sweet sorrow just for a short while
Some say music will never die
It ever is just absorbed into ether
written for Kerry's prompt Kerry Says ~ Let's Tip Our Hats to the Bard
Challenge: ...to approach the topic of "things Shakespearean" in a different way. Our world is a very different place to the one he inhabited, and many would question the relevance of Shakespeare's work today. If you could save only one piece of his body of work - one name, one line, one title, one sonnet, one play - which would it be?
[a google dot com image]
SO I CAN DANCE
fashion me a coat of song
let’s dance to the beat of weekend’s light
let’s dance
let’s dance
beat
beat
of weekend’s light
so come on yur all
fashion me a coat of song
happy or sad
today we dance
dance
dance
# #RIP - #PRINCE
Surely the World of music lovers is saddened by the passing of Prince Rogers Nelson, yesterday
[Prince factoid from Wikipedia]
...known by the mononym Prince, he was an American singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, record producer, and actor.
Born: June 7, 1958, Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States
Died: April 21, 2016, Chanhassen, Minnesota, United States
Spouse: Manuela Testolini (m. 2001–2006), Mayte Garcia (m. 1996–2000)
LOVE SPELL
You tease, where i thought you would
Appease, my every unmeasured sense;
Waves, approaching in torrents; I stood
At the shoreline, carrying a stick of incense.
Those murmurings, a love spell,
The ocean dared chant in mantric charm;
I pluck it out of the sands, a seashell;
Trap the genie of passion, do him no harm.
