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[image courtesy Prompt Nights]

A SLOPPY FLOPPY HALLOWEEN TALE
Her broom she sweeps, a careless witch,
While others of her sisters swoop, across
Moons many, and a thousand stars

Her spells she forgets, her incantations,
Get warped, because she refuses to practice;
A lazy witch, all the fun will miss

Come the night of pumpkin grins,
Eerie ghostly shadowing, and
Ghastly howling wicked winds

Tis Halloween, she sweeps her tears
In languid strokes, next year for sure,
Her broom she vows, is going for a ride.

shadowy moon -
tree silhouettes quiver dans
an eerie whisper
A SLOPPY FLOPPY HALLOWEEN TALE © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's prompt

A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees – Halloween Special [33]

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[my video choice today - Peril]

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[image from google dot com]

CHEUPS
her cellphone is ringing
teen missy wearing school uniform
not unusual, she is sitting
in a taxi, in this age of inform

she answers ...yeah but
to a sharp unheard barrage
...yeah but
to more of the umbrage
...yeah but

she sucks her teeth - cheups
click!!!
now she is pouting, no one snoops

unknown characters
awaiting dreamer's name games ...
cloud-clump morning sky
CHEUPS © gillena cox 2016


Glossary
Here in the T&T when we say cheups - we are referring, to or making, a sucking noise made with the tongue pressed against the teeth used to express annoyance, frustration, or contempt.

written for

mid week motif Conversation

Monday WRites 79

[supermoon wall paper from google dot com]

SUPERMOON
silent in her awesome grandeur, supermoon
she holds my attention with such ease
i join her in signing an unspoken tune
and watch as she charms night shadows
for here she is again in grandeur, supermoon
bold enough, she shames the night globes
turned on to showings of short-lived swoon
for moon is chameleon, and mistress of shaping
cloud, sky, and human wandering strewn
she who courts the sky and tides of oceans too
wide girth this night in awesome grandeur, supermoon
SUPERMOON © gillena cox 2016


Glossary
When the Earth, sun and moon line up during the ‘perigee’ side of the lunar orbit, we get a ‘perigee moon’ or supermoon...Perigee full moons can appear up to 14 percent bigger and 30 brighter than apogee full moons, and often create the optical illusion of a ‘low-hanging’ moon.

Apogee and perigee refer to the distance from the Earth to the moon.



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 #79, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Linking to

Prompt Nights
Darkness exists so that we may see the Light shine – DIWALI SPECIAL – [32]

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[my video of choice today]

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[ hearts wallpaper from goole dot com]

SWEET SWEET OCTOBER
There there, i see you, afro-haloed;
it is the month of October,
i garland your neck with
imaginary kisses, futuristic whimsies;
later though, we do kiss.

There there, i see a sky, chock full of clouds,
In the afternoon traffic,
Ah! i say to our boy (though a man now),
The angels, surely are rejoicing,

swaddled new baby -
the flashing of cell phone clicks
and granma kisses
SWEET SWEET OCTOBER © gillena cox 2016

Process Note
Traditional haibun are written in the present tense, even when the content is about happenings in the past.

blog hopping today at

October in the Chair
Magaly asks us to turn October into a poem

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[The Frog Prince ~ Maria Hohneck courtesy imainary garden with real toads]

THE CASTLE GATE BOLTED
She is an ugly old witch
Whose heart is dark like sound of void
Whose lips are cold without lullaby
Whose nose smells dank rot of nearby bog

When the time comes for her beautiful daughter
To go into the world of paper files and pencil
To grab her handbag and stalk her high heels
To ride the bus pass sugarcane arrow fields

The wicked witch will have none of that
No princess leaves this castle this day
So she sleeps with her husband and begets a child
A boy small and tender and wailing as babies do

Here she says to the princess, this is your job
Take care of this baby, bottle feed his crying lips
Then off she goes the wicked witch
To look at herself in a shiny pot spoon

pink pomerac blooms -
the neighbour's dog delights in
chasing his own tail
THE CASTLE GATE BOLTED © gillena cox 2016

Picture Glossary
Pomerac a fruit grown here in Trinidad and Tobago also known as Malay Apple

sugar cane is grown in the production of cane sugar, the flowers are called sugar cane arrows

[images from yahoo dot com]

Written for

The Tuesday Platform

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[my video choice for today - Fairy Tales']

Monday WRites 78

EVENING RAPPORT

WIND
Splashes of gold light fading day,
Where are all the bird songs going?
Feathered fun has left the wind,
To console silhouettes at shadow play;

MOON
Silence wind, tis time of slumber
When friend stars, in rust tipped humour,
Play at nighttime sparkle .

EVENING RAPPORT © gillena cox 2016
[inspired by 'Streamside exchange' by Nigerian poet John Pepper Clark]



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 #78, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Written in response to
A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry

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[image from google dot com]

ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING
Face of reality torn,
From a book paged everyday drudgery,
The Phantom of the Opera sings;
To a night of masks,
From witches to fairies,
To bones macabre;
Let him write me a broomstick;
For to fly, far out -
Pumpkin viewing, carrying,
Light of star and moon.
ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping at
Words Count With Mama Zen

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[my video choice today]