This is a new prompt that I found, the rules are flexible, poetry, story, photography etc.
What do you find magic in?
I have a garden centre right at the bottom of my road. I can chose to either walk on the pavement or do a little trail through one entrance of the garden centre then out of another exit it has, I always chose to walk through the garden centre, wouldn’t you? On my way I see not only beautiful flowers etc, but they also have a menagerie of statues. They are surrounded by shrubbery and always when I walk past I have a flash image of a story, something magical, I imagine them coming alive at night, or souls captured in to stone, what is their past? There is one called David, a naked youngish man. My eldest son who is 11 also chooses to walk through the garden centre every time he gets the bus to school. It is odd because as I was talking to him, he mentioned David and how he scares the living hell out of him, you will see him below, does he scare you? I always used to see statues in my mums garden where I grew up and wondered what the attraction was, I could never see it at that age. Luckily a couple of hers survived, though old in the first place, and I now have them in pride of place in my garden. I got two sculptures from the garden centre I mentioned, slightly mischievous ones. A lot of them seem to look like they could get up to no good, maybe that is why they have chains on them. This is post is also for SammyD from Bemuzin who loves statues.
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You will find with the gallery each photo has a number plus some words from myself. If you scroll over and click a picture it will bring up an enlarged version for you to make viewing easier. x
As mentioned, looking at things like this prompt stories in my head, here is an excerpt from one I am in the process of telling my children, this is the first time I’ve written it, it’s kept all in my head hehe..
Jon’s body was not topsy turvy in his bed, a small gap now created by his head not enough though to poke out through the duvet to be seen, his features hidden by the shadows of the night.
The warmth however bathed the tip of his nose, eyes screwed up tightly shut but the glow flowed through the thin membranes of his eyelids as if he might be enjoying a sunny day.
There were sound in his room, competing with the cantering of hooves now seemingly taken over his heart. Thump, thump, thump it went as his fingers tightly balled loosened a moment from the bedcovers, his eyes dared to open, he had to see, what was it in his room.
Holding his breath, he dared to lift his lids, a whooshing of air expelled then muffled sounds as shock caused a gasp. The sight before him suddenly visible, a dragon, roughly the size of an 8yr old child, there in his room, moving as if in slow motion, his head turning this way and that.
Hearing the gasp, the dragon turned towards Jon, eyeballs that seemed to glitter looking at his beneath the shadows of cloaked duvet, Jon looked back, he held his breath again, the dragon locked gaze then moved his glance away.
“Did he see me, oh my what should I do, what is he, is he dangerous, where did he come from, oh how magnificent is he” came the thoughts like a runaway train through the 8yr old boys mind.
The dragons body was like the colour of different stones, marble, pebbles, cobblestones, shards of brick, just like his collection once in his treasured box. The spines running down his back looked like sea glass, collected from the beach in greens, dusky whites and caramel, the light emanating from his body shot in colourful shards through the pointed scales. His eyes glimmered like the sparkles off the crystals he had collected and oh those teeth and claws shimmered like the pieces of of mirror he coveted.
“Oh what a marvellous dragon” he thought “but why is he here, how did he get here?”….
If any of the photos have made you think of other words, a poem, short story, ideas, anything I would love to hear about this in my comment box 🙂
As always thank you for reading/viewing xx