Monday, February 17, 2020

Monday WRites 233

[in today's mosaic - Children's carnival 2020 yesterday in St James, and some crochet hearts i made for my grand daughter: photos © gillena cox]

Its what we call here in T&T CARNIVAL WEEK: Carnival Monday and Tuesday is 24 & 25, last days of the Season of Carnival.
Enjoy FEBRUARY ( a month i always claim as my month): month of unfixed days - sometimes 28 sometimes 29 days, my Birthday , Valentines Day, Carnival

❧✿❧ 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 #233: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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Mosaic Monday
#67: Feeling The Love


Prosery: Between Heartbeats

About two years have passed between visits. I have grown accustomed to intervals of kindness, funny jokes which makes for laughter long and hearty ha ha ha-s. Longer still i have known him, hair a bronze kind of gold. In those days, for school children, hair colouring was unheard of, so yes that was his natural colour. But that was years ago.

We thought we had fallen in love, until we both married our destined spouses. We kept in touch by letter and card. That was the connecting way in those days. Until waning interest, put a comma there. Then the connections started again. This time there were visits since he had migrated. But always intervals of kindness and laughter.

So when in 2020 he declares. There is no God, i am caught off guard, i freeze. Indeed, there are moments caught between heart-beats.
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NOTE: Today Kim is prompting at Dverse, she ask that we write a bit of prose not more than 144 words including the line "There are moments caught between heart-beats" taken from the poem Coda by Louis MacNeice

17 Feburary 2018


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My favourite Soca singer got married on St Valentine's Day this year