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[a jouvert band 2024 here in St James🇹🇹]

It is hot and bright after the jouvert mud mas, there is wild abandonment in the streets. This will shock only first-time observers.

This is sun season, dry season carnival season. This is February, with Valentine's Day easing in with roses and hopefully no thorns.

Soon The Wet Season to follow. But when the city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain; the yellow poui on the mountains will light up any overcast day.

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[yellow poui on the mountain]

NOTE: 

Jouvert is the opening of the 2day adult masquerade through the streets. It is usually quite a dirty event. Traditionally the revellers are covered  or splashed in mud. It all starts as early as 3: 00AM.

Poui a flowering tree

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…city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain.’ 

in a prose writing not more than 133 words

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 HOT DRY HEAT

The flowers bloom,

Obvlious of the heat,

The hardy ones;

Like bougainvillea,

And ixora.

The sky is bright,

A blue sky for sure,

Cumulus; like bagged

Cotton candy at a fair,

The flowers bloom.

Some with thorns,

Some without,

Isn't life like that,

For those pretty ones?

The sky is bright.

You just have to look up;

What is it about azure,

The colour of wonder,

And of blooms,

Some with thorns.

Like barbed wire,

Keeping out,

And sometimes keeping in

Screams, even when

You just have to look up.

Those fearless birds,

Tired of chirping,

Sit and rest;

Some even preen on lines,

Like barbed wire 

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The following is but a tiny sampling of children masquerade along The Western 

Main Road in St James yesterday

Image: a quadrille

Wrought from imagination

A dragon

Or princess

Is creative business

Bringing much fun

In the sun

And great joy

To both girl and boy

There is wire bending

And attention spending

Sequins to stick on

The list goes on and on

Then the parades

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  Fo'day Morning Expletives

Anger finds itself impaled upon a 

spike like capon thus designed to naught

Obscenities reward excessive way

Locked in cursive verbal longings sought

Tis wee hours of morning arriving  

Dawn to yawning  loud stories be told

Tired stars see all as useless striving

Shadows carry restless drunks so bold 

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NOTE: Fo'day Morning; a Trini idiom, is that time between dawn and morning light

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 One Uni Verse

The mighty sun worships Dry Season;

And at its height is the Carnival;

That time of year, that season that sphere,

When music is king, queen and clown.

So the masqueraders spend elaborate sums

On hair, nails, foot gear, sequins;

 Colour is curator; 

All the razzle and dazzle to overwhelm in the streets,

 To tantalize, to dazzle, to mesmerize;

And the spectators, no costume needed;

What do they do?

They dance like the music says to,

Like the masqueraders do,

And for two days the streets are

One uni verse of the dance.

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 PAPA BOIS: A PREQUEL

He was a boy, 

just a little trini boy

Like any other boy

Pitching marble

Hoarding marble

Swapping marble

Till one day

Oh what a day

A memorable day

He wandered into the forest

The thick dense forest

Spirit and tree filled forest

He was never seen again

No one heard his voice again

His friends looked for him again and again

Till years [after]

Friends who became hunters [after]

Sometimes swore they saw [after]

A familiar face flash by

A face aged now, but with horns

A face older than the hills.

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[Papa Bois image from google]

##Papa Bois, a French patois word for "father wood" or "father of the forest" is a popular fictional  character in Trinidad and Tobago folklore  

He is the protector of the plants and the animals in the forests. He is half animal and half human. The lower half of his body is of a goat and the upper part of his body (his head, chest, and arms) is like a man's except that he has two horns coming out of his forehead.

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. . . and what were you like before . . .

The prompt; to write about a fiction character before they became who they are [i edited to add: the story / poem is my imagination of what Papa Bois was before he became the mythical character we now know him to be] as the prompt asked... You’re simply being asked to think about the possible background of a famous character or mythological figure and write a poem showing a different side to them...

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