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Saturday’s Mix–12 August 2017

Well back to Saturday’s Mix.  This week we are looking at flashbacks–those little bits of information that take us back in time before our narrative began.  Oftentimes, flashbacks give us not just information about the past, but a better understanding of our character or hints of things that are to come.

YOUNG DAYS’ FLASHBACK
by Sentamu Aziz

Blessed to be born
Jolly lovely baby
Cared for like Queen Bee
Gaping at lots of nectar
Only left to be fed

Shoes in opposite feet aged one
Crying for school at two
Sweets and biscuits at four
Till tears go dry at seven

Carried on the lap
Watching Tom and Jerry
On bright sunny weekends
If wishes were horses
Mondays would be Sundays
A wish of then
For no worry was work
All left to Dad
To buy and provide
Mum to care and cook
For all I had to do
Eat sleep and play

Sweet Sunday school days
Swings and see-saws at church
Lovely poems and songs
Throwing dolls around
Rolling toys in dust
Skipping and hoping in with peers
Playing Cat and Mouse

Fun filled childhood days
Rolling tyres in estates
Playing hide and seek
Acting cops and thieves
Memories of childhood days
No challenges no worries
Only one big fear
Canes for getting dirty

Once a child
With dreams and wishes
So much of prayer
To be so useful
As an adult in society
With never a worry
Of missing the past
Till now as I speak

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I wrote a poem involving a flashback as well:

Sitting at my desk,
students quietly working,
I stare at the computer
pretending to check e-mail.
My mind drifts away
from the mundane classroom
back to the morning.
      the blaring alarm clock
     silenced by a strong arm
     reaching across my chest,
     his musky scent lingering,
     urging my whole body awake
     gently reminding me of night’s
     passions spent and pure
     promises of more to come,
    a lifetime of devoted love
     lying in bed next to me.
I secretly twirl the shiny new
diamond ring on my left hand;
then jolted back to the present,
a noisy jumble of teenage
voices, laughter, and groans
mingling with the foul odor of
“Miss Hale, Jesse farted!”

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The task is to write a piece of short prose of poetry that includes a flashback.  It can be based in reality or completely made up.  As always, feel free to use one of the images for inspiration.

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Once you’ve written your piece please tag your work Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Saturday Mix then either ping back or put a link to your work in the comments below.  To make things simpler you can add your link to the Mr. Linky app below so everyone will be able to quickly find your work.

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About Teresa

I am a woman with many hats--teacher, farmer, photographer, writer.

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  4. Jael Sook
    August 13, 2017

    Interesting–and Gorgeous ring!! Congrats!!

    • Teresa
      August 13, 2017

      Not my ring. This one is purely fiction.

  5. mother wintermoon
    August 13, 2017

    Well done! I enjoyed the delightful combination of romance and humor. And of course, the adorable goat! 😊

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