January: the Christmas joy morphs into a celebration of sun. Reflecting, dazzling, amazing, awe inspiring. Tinsel and baubles go into hiding as boldfaced razzle dazzle takes over. Sequins rule. The band leaders are in their glory. The costumes on the wall must come alive for Carnival Monday and Tuesday. The stitchers work, day into evening into night. I know what they must be thinking "Everything i do is stitched with its colour" Such is the hype of the Season of Carnival. Where fun frolic colour and dazzle call the tempo of the day.
© gillena cox 2023
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Asked to write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line Everything I do is stitched with its color. from the poem Separation by W.S.Merwin.