[In today's mosaic 2 words and neem leaves]
NEW WORLD BEHIND THE MASK
Bared lips ruby red and for the daring, dark shades easing into black. They showed their souls when they stared, angrily, cheerfully, tentatively.
This was the world of the western patterns, wild women who stood up to everything. Were there a cause, their uncoverd lips spewed criticism.
Clearly audibly words left their lips.; like the singing of psalms, sometimes reverently. When it is over said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.
It all happened so quickly though, the muffled voices behind the masks. The necessary cordorning of space. A sentence of worldwide meter. Man women and child speaking now behind the mask.
NEW WORLD BEHIND THE MASK © gillena cox 2020
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #259: A Happy Monday to all
Blog hopping today with
#93: Wide Open Spaces (A.K.A. "The Little Rav That Could")
Prosery Monday: A Time
Prompted to use the lines from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”
“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”
17 August 2016
17 August 2015
ENJOY THE MUSIC: Stevie Wonder - A Time To Love feat. India Arie