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Twelfth Night or

Twelfth Night or

(6 January)


What You Will

A modest title

For a late, great play

Did he mean the pun about

His name?


What you will, Will

Will who was not the starving

Artist or

Unknown in his time


It is twelfth night

Or the twelfth day of Christmas

Christmas, in fact, in the east

In may (and maybe your) liturgical

Calendar, Epiphany


In some parts I know, there will be

A boar’s head festival

A Christian way to say

We remember our English

And European roots

Deep down as they might be

Unseen for an age


What is epiphanous today is

What is found and realized in the

Christ story


The magi come to visit with the family

Of Joseph

To leave gifts for the child who

They discover is

The one they were searching for

The sky was writing them about

That was the ink

They were the page

The message now fulfilled


No return to Herod

The last part


There are other matters of

New knowledge in new light

Years after,

He comes to his cousin John

Whose voice speaks to

The wildness in the wilderness

He splits the world in truth

Those who will believe the one

Those who will believe the other

A parable one day applies

Of sheep and goats



Turn around

Follow his way,

Says he of the one he must baptize

Because deep knowing says they must

Do this


A dove descends

The Spirit is involved

To have a litany of three

Whose echoes elicited the start

Of everything from nothing


What happened to the gifts

Sometimes I wonder

Over-obsessed, they would become a movie

Like the subjects of both arks

And a spear of destiny

Maybe they were covered in a box kept by his mother

As was her way

To have her son and all that followed, after


The season before the season

An ending and beginning

It truly is

A new year

Time for decisions

Whom to follow

In the drama that our forms reflect

The play between all things

The material our due

The cosmos in the universe

Play on


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I tip the cups

Of the libation bearers


I take the coins

Meant for passage

With Charon


I trick Raven itself

Out of a feather


The dragon soars

But cannot find me


I hide behind

The rising sun


All the gods offended


Until I encounter



Who will

Not suffer fools


And will withhold


Gems only for the



Who will not

Count me



I weep



Ananzi might

Forgive and

Wrap me



A silver thread


A place from

Which to



And relate anew

With divinity


Word-High July: Welcome!


Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
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HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

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