Monday WRites 189

SHIFT-SHAPERS
Words can be elusive shift-shapers.
There at the park to delight children;
Bouncy castle, slide, swing, these capers.
Blowing with wind on butterfly days,
Words, can be such elusive shift-shapers.
Should one fall into a deep dark chasm,
You should hear the scream of letters.
But when they fall to rest in community,
For endless hours, books of all papers,
Then, you can grab them and hold them.
No longer just words, or elusive shift-shapers.
SHIFT-SHAPERS © gillena cox 2019

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What are you reading? My last book for 2018 was Becoming i started reading it on Boxing Day it was also my first book for 2019; before which, I had read Hide And Seek and I am reading now Children of The Spider❧✿❧
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Mosaic Monday #10
Under The Tree



REVISIT
14 January 2015

Monday WRites 93

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CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION
In a corner, in a nook of the garden,
Where sun peeps with stealthy gaze;
Words, spin a web of dainty caisson
A flower, plucked petal by petal, swoons
To windy drafts, in a nook of the garden
Tumultuous is the drama of two hearts
Beating, in waves of passion starving;
Loves him/loves him not, daisy chants,
Whence Cupid arrows salient in bargain,
Artfully pierce schema of plot and theme
Page by page, in a nook, of the garden
CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION © gillena cox 2017

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23 January 2015
23 January 2016

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[scarlet pimpernel flowers from google dot com]

WILD AND FREE
Those were the days, yes, when heads rolled
Like sliced bread, on buttered ways;
For Madame Guillotine, quite sharp was she,
A pampered princess, could, headless peasant
Tomorrow be.

But a market cart driven by a hag, may just
Be Chauvelin's snag, for wildflowers, the colour
Of blood, blossomed free and wild
Insignificant, the scarlet pimpernel
Along the country sides

Yet, hearts swooned where a love story gleaned
For Sir Percy and his fair Marguerite.
WILD AND FREE © gillena cox 2016



"They seek him here,
they seek him there,
those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
That damned elusive Pimpernel."[ The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Emma Orczy 1865 – 1947]

Written for
The Challenge by Sanaa:
On Popular Demand – – When armed with the license to Quote – [13]


AND

The Challenge by Magaly:
Plant A Poem Within A Tale
– Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 22)