RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.
This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.
Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.
This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019
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Are hard decision to make. I like clouds and rain as a footstool.
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I love your imagery! No fun being sick. I'm glad he's playing again.
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Gillena - so, I am desperate to know - what did he choose? Lovely images in your collage - thanks for sharing with Mosaic Monday!
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This is a complementary tale to Rob's, but with a distinctly Caribbean flavour!
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...I can still remember the first time that I heard steel drums. It was magic and it still is today. Thanks for the memories.
ReplyDeleteIt's tough on grandsons when their elders aren't around to advise them on these weighty matters. A life decision. Everything hangs on it! I hope he did well by himself!
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Thanks for your appreciation Tom
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What a lovely choice to have... may he play to the beat of summer.
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Those are good options for a life's journey. Thanks for joining in.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Grace
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I love the clouds and rain as a footstool.
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