GOLD DUST
The crowd on Jerningham Avenue is anything but somber. You dust my bare belly with the golden dust of fun and frolic. An anointing, a passage into Tuesday play-mas. A day so much like today, with a sun, golden and scorching. Wind and dust, married in hot torrents of mesmerizing mantras. Yet my only chant, to the touch of your fingers caressing, is husband.
a throng of hips
answer to every beat -
Carnival vibe
GOLD DUST © gillena cox 2017
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22 feb 2016
Interesting use of the term 'gold dust.' Definitely conveys a good memory. Thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine Rob
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A beautiful haibun. enjoyed reading it :)
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Such an enchanting haibun Gillena!🍸 Sigh..how I wish I could join in with everyone at that carnival❤️
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Gold dust in the sunshine. Lyrical and lovely.
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How delightful the thought of husband, hips swaying, crowds having fun and gold dust. Carnival sounds like so much fun. Enjoy Gillena.
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Ohhh wonderful... only husband. I want play-mas! Love this, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteHope you get to enjoy a Trinidad carnival sometime
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Happy carnival Gillena ! Hope you join in all the hip swaying:)
ReplyDeleteI used to play mas. But i've been out of that arena for ages now. Left with many fond memories
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You stirred my imagination with the Gold Dust! Love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Annell
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What a delightful reminiscence Gillena, especially with the husbands touch as he dusts your bare belly.
ReplyDeleteOh, what a delightful memory. I understand how it would stay with you.
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"My only chant...is husband". How lovely.
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Nostalgia is even better when shared with another who was there. Golden Joy. I love it when it is the entire day that is the reminder. Thank you for your words here and on my poem.
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Ah, there is something to be said for looking back at that 'carnival vibe' - nostalgia at the best!
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gold dust memories...this is absolutely delightful and in the end the nostalgic touch of the only chant is very deeply moving and tugs at the heartstrings...
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Wonderful and happy- the carnival sounds like so much fun.
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Rich with sensuality!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation MMT
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This conjured up some very earthly images, Gillena! Gold dust is worth it's weight in memories, I like it. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Bekkie
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"A throng of hips" -sexy and vibrant. Who wouldn't want their belly dusted with gold?!
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Such a sensual poem, Gillena, and yet underlying it all is true and deep love, precious as gold. Love makes the sand fine gold and the glitter precious.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Nicholas
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