Madagascan Girls
No, they are not crazy,
they’re just
the local Madagascan
party, beach
and market girls
who coincidentally all
dance like that ..
Take note how they also
paint their
pretty faces both white
and yellow
with matt buttercups
and daisies
from all of the naturally
occurring
coloured clays to keep
the harshest
of the sun rays at bay ..
Although,
much more importantly,
to help maintain
their unique anonymity ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
Why this seems inextricably to cull to mind the liquor of the same designation I'll prolly never know, but the suggestion paired with such details lends a vision of such passionate beauty tis enough to make one faint. Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a delicious poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Go on, make me blush why don'tcha ..
A picture painted in words, vivid and bright bringing another exotic culture with the feel of the sun's warmth to a distant land that is now cold. Loved the rhyming wordplay in this one Neville
Many thanks indeed kind sir .. Neville
My pleasure
A wonderful image painted of a exotic beautiful culture and relaxed ways, in harmony and at peace with nature, enjoyed the read
You got it spot on PL .. Cheers, I'll take that .. Neville
You are very welcome,
Good write, Neville, I have missed you and these verses.
Make my day why don'tcha Jez .. believe me, I've missed being here .. I just can't seem to get here as often as I used to .. Hope all is good your end tho' .. Neville
Your poem "Madagascan Girls" is a vibrant celebration of the unique cultural practices of Madagascan girls, showcasing their traditional forms of expression through dance and adornment. The poet includes their identity, the use of natural materials for body decoration, and the significance of anonymity in their culture. The poem highlights both the beauty of their customs and the misconceptions that outsiders may have about them, inspiring a deeper appreciation and understanding of their way of life.
You got it my friend .. bless you & truly tooly .. Neville
You're very welcome, my friend,
KP's not from Madagascar. She's from Botox Country, wherever that is! lol.
Tell her to keep that stiff upper lip .. its such an endearing English thing nowadays .. Neville
That stiff trout lip. lol.
We are all unique Neville, fine words.
Andy
How true. Thanks GF60 .. Neville
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