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[Image courtesy Prompt nights]

WISHES STORED
The apples were larger
Their colours were brighter

The Poui was pinker
And oh there goes a flower yellower

The Lady smiled a serene smile
And all was un-stirred for miles and miles

The cats meowed and stretched
Paws manicured and clipped

No I'm not a cat lover
I sought to tell her

So how did you get here she sighed
I might have automobile-d in I lied

Be this Egypt
Land of hieroglyphics

For someone had written on the wall
Just behind the Season of Fall

Be there love be there peace
Be there dreams but let them be sweet

For Cinderella you see, is a star
She shines in nighttime near and far

Holding wishes ever made
And they never ever fade

Though the fog of dawn
May sometimes let her yawn
WISHES STORED © gillena cox 2016

Written for Prompt Nights – In dreams we enter a world that’s entirely our own – [23]

Monday WRites 67

[image from google dot com]


APPLE TALES
Sing ye song to morning dew
Come watch as wind dances too
Mountains which clouds sit upon
Reverent do these stalwarts don
Their garb of ages yet to view
And men to auger history anew
For never was the blood of life
A thing scorned to give us strife
Let there be breath to twitter in
Pulses good and joyful spin
Where harmony her courses serve
Sumptuous feasts of garden curve
Yet he that could not speak a word
Received to wit such crafty sword
Rose to fathom a gift of deceit
Prompted by an envious conceit
His own unscrupulous ploy to add
Oh sorrow sorrow within, now had.
APPLE TALES © gillena cox 2016

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





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Will Link to
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[teapot image from google dot com]

TEA AND QUIRKY
we morph the way of cell phones
with this app and that
we list our various ring tones
wearing our collector's hat

hat app cat snap

our selfies take to feelings unwell
oh viral this oh viral that
over miles of cloudscapes to dwell
a new Narcissus brat

brat virus fat iris
TEA AND QUIRKY © gillena cox 2016


I set out to respond to 2. The Way of Tea: create a poem based on a quote by Sen No Rikyu, poet and tea aficionado
BUT it may also work for 3. Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge ~ Gods in Nature:
Written for Magaly's prompt today with 3 listed options
play it again toads

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[image courtesy 'the imaginary garden']

BATTY MAMSELLE
I come from dasheen planted in the backyard,
Callaloo bush cleaned on Saturday
To cook Callaloo on Sunday,
A few sugar cane stalks
Like thin jointed ladders, shooting up arrows
To catch the sunlight, to make life sweeter

I come from chennet tree and mango tree,
Which girls were forbidden to climb, back then;
Lest they make the fruit sour

And the clothes line,
Sometimes caught up in the tree branches,
If the tree was not trimmed
And the batty mamselle would
Come to rest on the clothes line,
With sunlight glinting transparent wings
Before they fly,
Where to? who knows?
© gillena cox 2016


If you enjoyed 'Batty Mamselle' you may also like 'Sunday Callaloo'


Glossary

#Callaloo bush - leaves of the dasheen
#batty mamselle - the name Trini folks call the dragonfly; also used to describe a sassy woman

#arrows - the Sugarcane inflorescence
#back then - Old folks said if girls climbed trees the fruits became sour

Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders


AND Sanaa's Prompt Nights

On Popular Demand – The Hidden Realm – [7]



Don't leave before listening to Trinidadian Calypsonian Lord Kitchener(1922 – 2000) Batty Mamselle

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[image from google dot com]

SUFFRAGE
Pins and needles, hat box glove
She speaks her language, as she knows how
But give her the right, her finger to stain
A much better balance now sustains
SUFFRAGE © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Midweek Motif ~ Suffrage, the right to vote

Monday WRites 66

[image from google dot com]


A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE
A bird fluttered by my window pane
I swear confusion was his game
His beak poor he banged
Whilst no song he sang
And then in frustration was off again
A PECKING AT MY WINDOW PANE © gillena cox 2016

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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 #66, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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The Tuesday Platform


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This is a 1993 photo ( me in a hand-printed batik outfit) taken in the St Georges Grenada, market. Two places i always would go when i visited Grenada, were Grand Anse Beach and The Market in St Georges. The energy in the market is vivid and alluring and as a tourist, the prices were always special, not higher , lower for the island spices which i luv. I always bought my mother a swizzle stick, which they make from a tree folks call Swizzle Stick Tree(don't know if that is the scientific name for the tree)

cinnamon and clove
to this new millenium -
their scents follow me
© gillena cox 2016


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['Blue Calm Painting by Caroline Philp ' from google dot com]

It was from a little brook
To ponder this pebble I took
Smooth as glass
A wee tiny mass
That so many others forsook
© gillena cox 2016


written for
Weekend Mini Challenge - In the Market for Poems

AND

Sunday's mini Challenge Shallows, deeply
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[image from google dot com]

MAKING NURSERY RHYMES [1] ABSENCE
She coughs into the silence
Does anyone hear
Neither mouse nor roach
To cuddle her near

Her kitchen she had cleaned
With soap and gleam
Her memories in mobiles
Dangle from a beam
MAKING NURSERY RHYMES [1] ABSENCE © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Absence

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['White Tango' image from google dot com]

TWO HEARTS BEAT
The moon dripped nectar, and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future, where the dance never stops.
I remember our song, tapping on our shoulders, saying.
Hey I'm yours. Cherish me, autograph me, preserve me.
For I know your hearts carry a space where I fit
Snugly.
That night, the moon dripped nectar, and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future, tripping the path of every thing lasting.
Sprinkling stardust.
Leaving a trail of follow the melody.
Come catch this moon as she rides the night on crotchets and quavers to where words weave
Magic.
I hear the music.
The words are now a whisper, clear as rising dawn
Soft as dew on petals dropped.
Tangy as orange peel in a zesty broth of love stew.
Wafting a steam so enticing, the moon dripped nectar,
and stars sipped the night, and we danced.
We danced into our future
TWO HEARTS BEAT © gillena cox 2016






Written for
Prompt Nights – Dancing is like dreaming with your feet – [21]

Monday WRites 65

[image from google dot com]

THE OUTDOOR PICNIC
They tell me of the outdoor picnic
On the green grass in summer sun
Sounds wonderful i have to admit
Friends, neighbours and families group
Freedom celebrates the outdoor picnic
Wearing her colours of red white and blue
Yes folks; i can surely picture it
Night sky comes alive in a different way
Bursts of amazement fireworks predict
Their hearts to honour the fallen braves
In showers of peace at the outdoor picnic
THE OUTDOOR PICNIC © gillena cox 2016

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Form - The FOLD


Liberty is the breath of life to nations.
~ George Bernard Shaw


Happy Independence
to all my USA friends visiting ‘verses’ today

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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 #65, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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The Tuesday Platform


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[image courtesy Imaginary Garden With Real Toads]

BRAVE MEN'S BONES
Insatiable Mistress War
She basks in the interlude of strife
She paints her rouge of dead men's blood
And fancies her nails from his bones

Stalking the shadows of discord
Wrenching in anorexic pangs of hate
Seducing with her hips of disagreement
Watch how we bow now to brave men’s souls

And peace genuflects
BRAVE MEN'S BONES © gillena cox 2016


Written for Flash 55 Kerry' prompt at