Rain falling from clouds
Not a single one seen,
The bluest of blue
The sky it does gleam.
The sun it is blazing
Not a whisper of haze,
The monkeys are wed
On such exceptional days.
Growing up a touch South
African land down under,
Had me question the things
My mother'd sometimes mutter.
Cardigans we called jerseys
Traffic lights, robots,
Til today's write prompt
Monkey's weddings forgot.
It's how my mother
Referenced sunshowers,
We'd marvel it's beauty
Danced, twirled wild flowers.
They'd appear out of nowhere
And leave just as fast,
Just thinking back now
Olfactory memories how they last.
The smell of the grass
And the dirt and the steem,
The magic of youth
Combined with the humid steem.
The things I'd decided
Were crazy mum things,
I'm just learning now
From my ancestors spring.
This is a five minute free write. It was 7 I confess, I had to complete the... Stanza? Four line unstructured word cluster perhaps?
Monkey's wedding the prompt.
I joined the free write again yesterday.
@marcoriccardi dropped today's word prompt on my post from yesterday.
The phrase made me smile.
My mum had some funny turns of phrases when we were growing up.
We never really considered them South African-isms, we called them mumisms.
