We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #286: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
It's Carnival Monday here in Trinidad and Tobago, jouvert (dirty mas) starts the adult street parades, however this pandemic year 2021 was quiet compared. The Carnival Season ends tomorrow. Though the spirit and vibe is present, the pandemic prevents crowd activities. The music did keep us in the mood and the new normal fostered all sorts of creatives: virtuals fetes, workshops, and talk shops and look backs through the carnival archives and virtual competitions.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #285: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Prompted to use the Lines, in a prose not more than 144 words long.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head
A FAIRY AFIRE
Nine hazel trees waved in the sun hot breeze. Fish in the pond jumped and frolicked below, in the shade of windswept boughs.
Who knows whether they were Salmon or Tilapia, as the report goes, they were fish. Fish who thought their sanctuary sacred. So much so, they lived peacefully among lazy caiman which ate their weight of water hyacinths in said dreamy haven.
Till one day, a fire fairy wandered in from the next glen. She was so broken, her whole being ached from the longing for her unfaithful lover.
She sat under one hazel, head bowed, wings drooping, cradling sorrow. This was too much for her to bear. Before she exploded into a million tiny fiery bits headed toward the sun, she heard her own heart speak:"I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head"
Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us in the mood.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for
eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #284: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us in the mood.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for
eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #283: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Visits to the zoo hold the sway of monkeys tails coiled around whatever support they find entertaining.
Don' t feed the monkeys your peanuts or anything else. That was a caution worth the while to be heeded to children
The birds of coskel colouered wings and beaks triggered a little bit of envy, if you were walking around in school uniform blues, hair braided and ribboned.
Eagles, hmm no eagles, but i remember aligators of the scheming eyes even when asleep
