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Its way past dawn, my feathered friends pay a visit to my thorny bougainvillea, they twitter out such a raucous spell of happiness.
The bougainvillea bracts are a hot bright pink. In mid mornings sun, that must be quite exciting for singing birds. But what do they know of economics, of politics, of poverty, of religion, of hate or indifference. Then again, maybe they know it all, They have the wisdom of providence, and the duty to proclamation. So they twitter and they sing. And i, i listen from my quiet space, for this raucous passing is to me a needle to contemplation.
shaping futures -
maybe bright colours of flowers
sweeten bird songs
© gillena cox 2016

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MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR
Gaia sings her lullaby, for every crevasse, in every star. There's a lull, by which her progeny earth, will rest, will dream, will seep into the tunnel of darkness, emerging out, at the the sparked end, having traversed through the caves and caverns beneath, like a veiled bride, unknowing, until, the sunlight, kisses her cheek; one, then the other, and blushing, with passion awakened, the warmth of sun, like a splendid God, challenges her being to, the sensation of rhythm, so she sways and swoons, swaggers, and moves her hips to a new found prize called the dance. First her hips, then her feet, jewelled and coloured. Slowly, her pets tom-toms, too, are awaken, in a perilous spate of surprise to the view of their mistress's concert entranced, sounding a pace to her hips, those hips, mesmerizing, the bridegroom, Sun. Their passion rising, her feet, moves faster, shifting layers, shifting levels, till all that's left are the shambles, the sirens, the sobs. Muffled sounds; for now Mayhem and Despair too, are awakening. Chaos yawns. it's still to early.
dead men's bones -
the rattling of windows
in earth tremors
MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Making Myths[1]

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FROM HERE TO WHERE
I find myself here, fragile full
........................(echo) lull
Me to sleep, within a song of slumber
........................(echo) ember
Flecks of gold, adorn the winding ways
........................(echo) says
The smiling doll faces and cuddly bears
........................(echo) wears
Are but pastime distractions, much
........................(echo) such
Is the manner of adult frivolities
........................(echo) idolatries
If infants could speak, for everyone's care
........................(echo) dear
Dear, where from and to where goes
........................(echo) crows
A rooster, tis only the beginning
.................(echo) beginning
FROM HERE TO WHERE © gillena cox 2016


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DAWN'S OBSESSION
Twittered be to morning light
Feathered sirens out of sight

Sometimes to wait in bated breath
Passed now time of dreaming slept

Until they sign each new treaty
Rest assured beguiled to be

Of night's enchanted passing
This affair, passion to proclivity

Feathered sirens out of sight
Twittered be to morning light
DAWN'S OBSESSION © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights


Obsession continually fills or troubles the mind – [34]


Linking Also to The Tuesday Platform

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Monday WRites 82

...Meanwhile back at school. Petunia, Zinnia, and the three others, sat in the classroom together. Miss Marigold asked for a show of hands, from the group interested in the story of Hansel And Gretel. One little girl from Zinnia’s group...
Under The Chinaberry Tree © gillena cox 2016

[excerpt from my new children's book 'Under The Chinaberry Tree' published through Authorhouse
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6220-2(sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6219-6(e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016917833




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 #82, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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DEBATING A DUO
There was a woman happy and brave
Her e mails disclosed caused quite a rave
And narry too soon
Did she blush wobble and swoon
Cause it was just a coffee crave


[image from google dot com]

Look there a man, sight to behold
Wore his hair styled, a toupee gold
He wouldn't pay his taxes
And though he didn't wear his glasses
Dared he still to stand, at the threshold
DEBATING A DUO © gillena cox 2016

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[photo courtesy Trinidad Guardian,
Thursday 31st July, 2008]

Undressing our more sophisticated T&T selves, will reveal bits of natural comfortable selves such as the particulars to death, grieving, and community participation in times of sadness. Two such aspects of this undress reveal: The Wake and The Bongo, icons of a cultural past

BONGO NIGHTS
Qua-qua line outside the circle
Sobs encircle
quiet mourning
in night's passing

Tack ah tack tack the bamboo clack
soul gone night black
loud the drums beat
creating heat

Tomorrow the undertaker
passage maker
fix up for rest
body behest
BONGO NIGHTS © gillena cox 2016


[photo Woodbrook Cemetery - Mucurapo Road, St. James, Trinidad; October 2016]

Glossary
Bongo/Wake...Steeped in a syncretism of African and Methodist religion, the Wake and Bongo has been around for a long time in Tobago. Dry biscuit was the normal fare at this ritual, perhaps because it was usually the people of the poorer class who held the wakes, and dry biscuits were sufficiently affordable to cater for the large crowds that would gather every night...

The Bongo
is performed at the house of the deceased on the night of the wake (the night before the funeral). The dance depicts the passing of a person from one world to the next.

The qua-qua - is the musical accompaniment for the dance and is simply two pieces of bamboo struck or clapped together rhythmically by the players. The flat sound is struck in the tempo tack-tata-tack-tack, tack-tata-tack-tack.


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Day of the Dead - Susan's prompt

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