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image courtesy twentytwowords.com


KOMOREBI
I used to be a masquerader,
Happy and free;
Some years my hubby
Put the gold dust on my belly,
And some, in my belly button too
Komorebi;
Hot days, when i never ever felt the sun,
Only the music, surging through
My pores;
Of the steel bands, and the brass bands;
Rhythm and whine.
KOMOREBI © gillena cox 2016


The season of Carnival ends this week with Ash Wednesday. So much for Carnival 2016.


Written for Kerry O'Connor's
Flash 55 PLUS!


Challenge: To write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.
There is an optional extra part of this challenge, to visit twentytwowords.com and peruse the examples they give of several foreign words, describing common experiences, which have no direct English translation. And use the word, or its meaning as inspiration for your poem.

Monday WRites 46

MASQUERADE
Caught in the furls of wind and sass
They dance, they dance, for the day is bright
The rhythm drives the lad and the lass
Full fun in the streets everyone's in sight

Bird and fish dance together
Flowers blooms and butterflies scamper
Wing and scale there's nary a bother
Its masquerade no where is there a damper
MASQUERADE © gillena cox 2016





You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #46, ❧✿❧ Yesterday was Children's Carnival parade in St James, Trinidad: colour, rhythm, fun; the mood lingers ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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THE STAGE - QUEENS PARK SAVANNAH

Someday; and maybe
when the rains pour in torrents,
A river will be sated;
All the colours and hues of ever,
A rainbow curved in splendor,
Of the masquerade; to trample
The stage of The Queen's Park Savannah,
That other-world,
Where the bacchanalia chants,
Rhythms of the consenting soul;
Who will choreographs the tongues of
Ribald and risque?



Only the essential player ethos will;
Miles and miles of road
Untraveled by the traveled
Not a bird on a branch
All feathers been donned, in this costuming process,
This river of rainbow sating wrecked consciousness;
A spell of madness,contained joviality,
Bacchanal season !!!
All ripe with the mode of gyrations.



His pantaloons jingle...jingle ...jingle...
The whip of the jab jab cracks Carnival Monday stage
He's a hopeless one the ‘ole mas’ who drifts from the band
To the giggle of two young girls

Come Tuesday more sun !!! more sun to scorch, already heated,
The masquerade spirit
© gillena cox


2015 February 16th and 17th - Carnival Monday and Tuesday in Trinidad and Tobago

Trinidad Carnival images from google dot com


Written in response to THE TUESDAY PLATFORM


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And linked to the prompt at Poetry Jam Tis the Season