Sweet Smell of Africa

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Sweet smell of Africa

clings to my nostrils

it is in my bag

open it

my clothes unfold

a memory of singing

and dancing

under the night sky

fabric swirls

keeps the air

it its weave

releases

smells

of Ghana

Cote de Ivoire

 

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille and use the word keep

Sweet Smell of Africa

Burial Urns

The tomb urn is big enough to hold a body. (It is another way to bury the dead in ancient Sicily. We see them in the archeological museum.) I am climbing over an adult-sized one trying not to break it. When I get to the top, the urn falls forward and moves down a small hill. It does not break so my relief is great. A girl comes to help me to move it upright and to set it in a new place. I know this dream is about death. How the burying of the dead has changed since the beginning. Now I can choose my burial in an ecopod much like the urns of Sicily. I will know the falling of the vessel that takes me away. That it is there ready to receive me.

Burial Urns

Eruption

Plumes of ash

hot rocks under foot

we climb up to Mt Etna

no earthquake today

the air quivers with sound

of explosions underground

vent and spew on your own time

change can come quickly

expect the expectable

in a world of the predictable

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word quiver. Went to Mt Etna, an active volcano in Sicily.

Eruption