Hello hope this week has been treating you well. It’s time for Eugi’s Moonwashed Weekly Prompt challenge. The prompt is Either Or. It can be any variation of the prompt or the image (below).

Once Upon a Time
A world of trees
Green, brown and orange
Reaching up to wave at blue
Skies smudged with white
Tall grasses twinkle
With drops of dew
Shielding centipedes, mites,
Leeches, frogs to name a few
Already dark and time for
The football match
Up on the roof
The rats and squirrels
Having a field day
While in the kitchen
Mom plays hockey
with a rat or is it a shrew?
Dad practiced duelling
snakes while Mom had
her dessert under the
Watchful eye of a King cobra
Bees and wasps swirled
bestowing the gift of a plump arm
or a misshapen face just like
rashes from insects and cacti
Exams denounced
Packed off to picnics
Streams swirled around our legs
All through the night
Those dratted parrots pecked at
mangoes and summer vacations
with afternoon shifts
to shoo parrots
Swinging high and higher
Climbing guava trees taking home
Red bites that turned yellow and black
Bleeding gashes wrapped in
Crushed marigold leaves
For a stye in the eye
Seven strokes of mango leaf stem
Did the trick
The nearest town of one shop
A couple of miles away
Never did we ever cross a street
Nor venture to shop or crave to eat
No TV, no phone no internet
All I missed were books
Other than those I had
Read a gazillion times
Would I go back?
Why when the path is ahead
Cocooned in the warm clasp of
Unfearful memories
Bouncing through
Lifeβs myriad adventures
Much like the fools that rush in
But that is another storyβ¦
The photo reminded me of my childhood home (except it wasnt that orange!) and couldn’t help penning a few lines – not quite sure if you can call it a poem. But if you managed to come this far thank you for sticking it out till the end of what is quite a faithful account of my idyllic childhood.
PS: I was unable to format the poem into paragraphs and hence I took the help of colors. Apologies if it is looking weird.
PPS: It was looking even more weird with the alternating colors so used this format (Pullquote). At least the paragraphs are clearly demarcated. Do let me know if you have any suggestions for formats to use. Thank you.
Hermoso π
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Gracias π
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Feliz martes.
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Lo mismo para ti π
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Si nos ayudamos crecemos. Tengo varios perfiles. Me gustarΓa que intercambiamos likes y comentarios a menudo.
Gracias m
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Si gracias pero no sΓ© espaΓ±ol. SΓ³lo a travΓ©s del traductor de google
Gracias π
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Feliz martes.
Yo siempre te apoyarΓ© con likes desde distintos perfiles pero del mismo blog pk MUNDO. SΓ³lo quiero feedback y que crezcamos juntos. MΓl gracias π«ππ―ππͺπΈ
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Loved the poem and it conjured up the memories of my childhood as it did you of yours. The trees were always green but the dead leaves used to lay like a carpet on the ground which sheltered all sorts of life. Only Flamboyant used to be colourful in summer and as the Christmas used to be in Summer(East Africa) we used to call the flowers Christmas flowers.Lovely Poem.Thank you Dahlia.
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Thanks so very much Ferdi for your generous comment and sharing your childhood memories. It’s such a blessing to have good memories don’t you think?
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I love the liveliness of this, the atmosphere, the fun, the plasticity of language π
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Thanks a lot John for your kind comments. Am never quite sure how a piece has turned out and specially this kind of format π
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Wow! What a fabulous piece, Dahlia. So full of whimsy and it is like a fairytale. I will add your link to next week’s wrap-up. π
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Wow. Thank you for an amazing comment π₯°π
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My pleasure, Dahlia.π
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I don’t bother about format, if the feelings I wish to communicate are not distorted, and here you have done well.
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Thank youπ
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Itβs lovely! Reminds me of carefree days and I can imagine the little you frolicking in the natural environment
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πThank youπ₯°
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Lovely Poem and a Beautiful Picture Dahlia.
Enjoyed reading it.
Thanks
Chinnulu
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Thanks Chinnulu for visiting and commenting π
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Nice poem. For me it is a poem. Beautiful childhood memories.
Cheers..
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Aww thanks so much Rajji π
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