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 #90, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
Words Count With Mama Zen
Challenged by Mama Zen to write a poem using using at least one of The Oxford Dictionaries 'words of the year' 2016 short list given
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 #89, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
COLLABORATING FOR CHRISTMAS
It was the day before Christmas, he was hungry, mighty hungry,
He stalked the pantry, the cupboards were empty,
He didn't want to sleep, he was too hungry for that
Guess what, no, not guest what? Guess what???
Shhhhhhhh!!!
The last festival he had eaten was, Halloween
No, not the last time he had eaten, the last festival!!!
For he was, The Eater Of Great Joy
But that, could never satisfy him.
Shudder, shudder!!!
He had heard about Santa.
He had heard about A Star. Maybe he’s the magi
who never crossed the desert.
He felt so alone, so left back.
He waddled to the window,
For he thought he heard a flash
He opened his hungry mouth to taste stardust
Then he burped, and out flew Halloween
Spinning in reverse back to October.
Miracle of miracles, he felt his body shinning
He heard angels singing
He smelt a man in a red suit offering
Milk and cookies to him
Milk and cookies!!! are these eat-ables?
Yes! answered the dear old man and vanished
With a Ho Ho Ho
A Skyflower Friday: Untitled
Kerry challenges us to choose a sculpture by Felix Gonzalez-Torres from his 'Untitled' series and write a new poem, with the same method of title. The content and style of the poem is open, but we should take our cue from "issues of identity, desire, originality, loss, the metaphor of journey"
AVE AVE AVE
“I am the handmaid of the Lord,” Luke 1:38
If you pause a while,
I’ll tell you a story,
Of the world’s greatest mother;
Conceived with child,
Only for heaven’s glory,
Espoused of God, the father;
“Yes,” without guile
Replied our Mary
Gentle maid, she won God’s favour;
Her faithful style,
We, daily remember,
And sing ave, ave, ave; of her. AVE AVE AVE 2004 gillena cox
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 #88, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
