Summer. Kids dive, bums up, feet waving. Splash, like tin foil lids strung on sun beams, its rubbish chatter lays claim the breeze. Beneath the rumpled blue sheet shadows ripple in pliable squares. BBQ smoke wafts - the white drift of sudden hunger - behold wet figures trickle across baked tiles.
Written for Grace’s dVerse prompt “Write a Kwansaba”
What is a Kwansaba?
1.a celebration of family and African-American culture, a praise poem.
2.a septastich, a poem in 7 lines. (To be clear, it is only 1 stanza).
3. measured by 7 words in each line.
4. written with no word exceeding 7 letters.
*Unity, family
*Self Determination
*Work Collectively
*Cooperative economics
*Purpose
*Creativity
*Faith
Out of the Cave 
like tin foil lids strung on
sun beams
Such a great line!
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Thanks Bob! So glad you liked it.
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Bob took the words right out of my mouth!
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Thanks Hobbo. 😊
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😊
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I really like what you’ve done with this one. “wet figures trickle across baked tiles” is very good!
I was trying to figure out Grace’s instruction for this form, and I understood it as you’ve done. Some people have very long poems far exceeding the 7 lines, and far less than 7 words per line. I thought … nah, don’t understand it, and so I moved on.
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Thanks Misky. I think Grace had two options. I haven’t looked at others (except those who I follow anyway) but is it possible they were doing a blessing or something rather than this stricter form? Sorry it’s nearly 3am and I haven’t been able to sleep so I can’t remember the name of the form.
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I’ll take another look at it.
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this was a fun read; we used to have Xmas parties in the street when the kids were kids 🙂
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It’s really nice. A lot of people seem to be moving out though. I think the main initiator is still in the street though. I hope so.
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What an interesting poetic form. You have used it well.
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Thanks, Suzanne!
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I love your take on shooting the breeze, Wormsie. Such nostalgia for me in this poem. I’m glad kids are still the same, spending endless hours in the water.
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Love this post. I’d also recommend you read on how to throw an epic Christmas/ New Year’s Eve party
https://misspresident.home.blog/2021/12/30/how-to-throw-an-epic-christmas-new-years-eve-holiday-party/
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Thanks. Your party ideas are impressive.
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Awww thanks a lot. I’d appreciate if you left a comment on the post or followed the blog for more inspiration. Hope to see you there!
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Thanks. I’m really not a party person. While we call it a Street Christmas Party it’s incredibly informal – everybody brings their own dinner and a dish for befores. The kids run around. The adults natter for an hour or two. It’s a gathering. Nothing like what your blog is promoting. And other than my kids’ birthday celebrations it’s pretty much the only “party” I attend in any given year.
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