Monday, February 15, 2021

Monday WRites 285

Last of my Carnival Past mosaics for 2021

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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.

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SOME OF MY JOUVERT POEM LINKS
how it starts raucous music high five mud mas inhibitions peeled primal self frenzy chocolate covered bathed in fun loving
jouvert revellers jouvert a renku


BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
#118: Another Revolution Around The Sun

AND
Prosery: The Song of Wandering Aengus
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"
© gillena cox 

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ENJOY THE MUSIC


34 comments:

  1. There were many creative ways to celebrate the season in spite of Covid! I hope things will be back to normal next year.

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  2. Thanks for dropping by Sallie

    Much💗love

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  3. Loving this line!
    "She sat under one hazel, head bowed, wings drooping, cradling sorrow." I can just feel the sorrow here.

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    1. Thankz for your appreciation Lilian

      Much💗love

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  4. Sounds like an ideal place to soothe one's heart ache.

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  5. You created a beautiful setting for a sad ending.

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  6. Thanks for your appreciation Kerfe

    Much💗love

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  7. Gillena - here we go - Carnival past, and Lent begins! Belated Happy Birthday to you! Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday!

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  8. Thanks for dropping by Angie

    Much💗love

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  9. I have not seen a Carnival for many years. They kind of came out of fashion where I live. It´s a pity really.
    Take care!

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  10. Ah Carnival sounds like fun. Wish there was no Covid and I wish I was there with you. Nice mosaic and I am going to click on the puzzle.
    Bye---MB

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  11. I love the wordplay in your title, Gillena, and the gorgeous setting in the opening paragraph – I’d like to know the significance of nine hazel trees. The sacred sanctuary of the salmon reminds me of the Irish legend of the salmon of knowledge. My heart goes out to the broken-hearted fire fairy.

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  12. Wished I could dance in Tobago... lovely Post, dear Gillena.

    Happy MosaicMonday and happy Valentine too 🧡🧡🧡

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  13. Here hoping we're back to happy Carnival for 2022, oh me, oh my! I'm waving at you from the sun's hot breeze here in Thailand! Have a lovely week
    Wren x

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    1. Good Wishes to you in Thailand Wren

      Much💗love

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  14. Such a dreamy haven! But I feel for the poor fire fairy! I love the title, that's a great play on words. It is Carnival time here too, but a bit subdued because of the pandemic. Still lots of kids made the effort and got dressed up.

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  15. ...Gillena, I hope that you had a festive and safe Carnival Season.

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  16. Thanks for dropping by Tom

    Much💗love

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  17. Very beautiful! You've shared interesting things about the place you live and I love that! Hugs!

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  18. Thanks for your appreciation Diane

    Much💗love

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  19. A carnival and a warm sunny day would be wonderful right now.
    Dawn aka Spatulas On Parade

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    1. Warm Wishes. Thanks for your appreciation Dawn

      Much💗love

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  20. Love the way you ended this Prosery with the challenge line .... not an easy task. Cheers.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Helen

      Much💗love

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  21. This reads like a myth... I am almost wondering if the caiman would started eating the fishes after being hit by a shard.

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    1. Hmmm. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much💗love

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  22. Poor fairy!
    I hope you enjoyed carnival season despite the pandemic restrictions.

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  23. Thanks for your appreciation Merril

    Much💗love

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