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Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts
She liked the months of October and November. The brilliant reds oranges and yellows and then the decaying browns
All of this was to her a statement of skeletons; the caw of blackbirds and the future of red cardinals against snow
Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat and its choreography of light and darkness in nimble piroettes
‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’
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Prosery: Tulips & Chimneys
Using the given line ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’from Tulips & Chimneys, by E. E. Cummings and is the last line of IX- Impressions:REVISIT
This was Monday WRites # 370
A HAPPY NOVEMBER
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).
Nicely done Gillena! Thank you for joining us today.
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I love this! Most especially these words, "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts" They made me smile.
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I agree. This is a great line: "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts"
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love the term, "colour held its theater of life and death" Most excellent!
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The line "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts" also made me smile. Nice one, Gillena. 💙
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Well done, Gillena! I love this line... Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat
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I read the 'she' to be Night, a distant, ambiguous sort of personification, who can toss out poems, while holding colours by the throat. That 'statement of skeletons' where blackbirds 'caw', the decaying browns and the red against the snow are such unsettling images. I think this is one of my favourites of yours.
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So lovely, Gillena!
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Love the way you describe the stars... night becomes magic
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