I Don’t Feel Like Celebrating
A tanka series of convergence of life and death
My prompsponsive response to Lori’s (Ravyne Hawke) “Moody Monday” prompt “to write a ‘moody’ piece around any of the following:
— Follow the rainbow — Where does it lead?
— a joyful noise
— lost in the land of the Fae”
I read jules - Miz Mindful’s beautiful and truly magical She Dreams of Magic, A heavenly moment on earth prompt response to Lori’s complementary prompt.
I often use the comment section as a sounding board. I left this comment on jules’s gorgeous piece:
Really great and beautiful tanka series but I have to riff in a different direction, I hope you don’t mind.
Truly magical
St Patricks Days of my youth
Now wear the claddagh
Eternal love and friendship
My patron Saint is LindseyMaybe one day I’ll forget that Lindsey passed on St Patty’s Day. No. Won’t. Can’t. You know what I mean. It was never my fucking holiday anyway, just an excuse to get drunk and do stupid things like drink green beer out of my friend’s sneakers in college. I don’t mean to yuck anyone’s yum. Lots of people die on holidays.
That lead to my current creation:
