We sing in black and white
Wait for Thursday when it will turn blue
Her shoes will sparkle
Her hair will shine
We will dance for all of time
We feel blue
Just like the music
It seeps through our skin
A song as neat as pennies
We look at our face
A pattern of pink
All swirling and turning in the mirror
We can no longer travel to Wonderland
The hole has been filled with flowers
Rabbit checks his watch
No time to dig a fall
We sip our tincture
Giggle at his bouncing tail
We are above ground
Looking out not in
Plucking words in our own rhythm
Tapping our feet
Clapping and marking time
Really not a bad day she whispers
We certainly have had worse
I touch my skin
It hums like an electric current
I pass it onto her
In this electricity is life
Every cell bouncing and skipping
It will only last a few minutes
But it is a gift
A wonderful noise
A joyful feeling
We cannot wait until Thursday comes.
A blue that is really not that blue at all. And something to look forward too. I really like the electric current it feels like a hum as you sing and join in together.
ReplyDeleteI love the way everything changes on Thursday, the ‘song as neat as pennies’, and the allusions to Alice in Wonderland, which have become your trademark, Jae. It’s always best to pluck words in our own rhythm.
ReplyDeleteI love the hole filled with flowers, and looking out, not in. Cool. Love the colour blue that winds like a song through your beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteFrom Monday to Thursday... amazing changes in color...love it all.
ReplyDeleteA positive spin. Hope that electricity keeps right on humming.
ReplyDeleteOh how I love your Thursday.
ReplyDeleteAny day is a good day to dance! :)
ReplyDeleteIt begins a blues songs and turns to a delightful rock filled music dance. Love it! I so needed this poem today. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt!
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