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She wanted so badly to go mall shopping with her friends, but there was this inherent 'lack of fun' app installed in her mum, so there was no way she could go if her dad was not around to plead on her behalf. 

This was an important event. She had to buy a gift for her boy in Standard Five. He was only two years older than she was and he was such a hunk. All the girls swooned around him, but she had caught his eye.

She had to think of something and fast. Words swarmed like a buzz of bees in her mind. To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.

She started scribbling and pretty soon there was a poem almost by enchantment on the page. After she read the poem her mum smiled and nodded.

© gillena cox 2023

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REVISIT TO READ

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Prosery: Through the eyes of Isabel Duarte Gray 

Challenge to use the line:“To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.” from the poem “Garden.” in a prose not more that 144words

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 411

A HAPPY SEPTEMBER TO ALL

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). 

 

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NOW FOR THE MONDAY WRITES LINKY

For every Monday in September the Word is REMEMBER Link up with one of your  posts where the word  REMEMBER is present or the theme REMEMBER is presented

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Barque of Frailty by Rishi Dastidar, 

Barque of frailty, full of reformed rakes and bookish hearts

Block of fealty, full of knees doffing and hats bending

Barker of fantasy, full of bodies’ memories and memory’s body

Baroque of felony, full of fire curves and wavering sin

Byzantine of fertility, full of ground awakenings and blue sighs

Burst of fragility, full of hairline universes and breaking beats

Bloom of futility, full of pause buttons and waiting rooms

Brioche of flexibility, full of lifted crusts and spongy beds

Bridle of fashionability, full of revolving time and entropy’s glitter

Bulb of formidability, full of electric light never off since 1901

Blush of facility, full of a click’s ease and railway charm

Burial of fallibility, full of resurrected promises and wave logic

Brick of feasibility, full of home lies and silent explosions

Buyer of falsibility, full of nothing much and everything everything. I found this poem  HERE