Birth, Hope, Beginning

First of all apologies to everyone for not commenting last week, I was abroad in one of those foreign countries without the equipment to do so, I shall make amends this week. Below is my offering for this week, I know what I was trying to do but I’m not sure I achieved it, so be as constructive or brutal as you feel appropriate.

2017-03-03

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Blazered children gather in playgrounds like rattling rooks milling against a pale sky before tumbling to warming fields of emergent worms and leather-jackets.
A short-trousered season of raw knees and mucky hands grows from eggs and pencils; vibrating hedgerows glow with nascent green, classrooms gleam with new term paint.
Buds unfurl along the lane trudged with jam jars on strings, full of fizzing tadpoles.
Armed with whittled sticks for hunting and fishing, pens and rulers for Miss Bryan who scolds like the woodpecker at the chatter, children throng to school, pink-tinged skeins glide into feeding grounds; the world starts again.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here

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58 thoughts on “Birth, Hope, Beginning

    • I’m pleased you like it, it’s quite a nostalgic image for me. The skeins threw several people and I’ll need to change it. I was thinking of Pink Footed geese returning in their skeins, that’s the formations they fly in, to the spring feeding grounds and trying to liken it to children returning to school for a new, exciting term. (I recognise some children wouldn’t see it that way.)

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  1. Brings back some memories, nice!
    I was thrown by the “skein” bit as well, but after I Googled it I discovered it’s also to do with a formation of geese or swans (I was trying to get coils of thread to work in the analogy, which was the only definition I was aware of!).

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  2. This piece of writing simply explodes with energy. It makes me want to run into the fields, raise my hands to sky, and shout with glee. It also makes me want to be young again, although I could do without the scolding of teachers. …Woodpecker! I love that.

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  3. This brought back childhood memories of scooping tadpoles and baby catfish, frogs, and turtles out of the lake down the street from my family home. (I wonder now how much life we destroyed in our youth!) But, oh we had fun. The skeins – have never heard that term before – also tripped me up. Somehow I related them back to the emergent worms. After your explanation, it made sense. Your work is full of sights and sounds (scolds like the woodpecker – love it) and great memories. Nicely done.

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    • Thank you, glad you liked it. It is more poetic I suppose but I like to experiment to get everyone’s opinions and fathom what works and what doesn’t

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  4. Every thing worked for me, skeins included. You took me back to early days at my senior school. Although english is a universal language, I find some words only work for some readers; but I think that it is important to be true to what is right for you. Otherwise our language and writing would be to uniform.

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    • I think you’re right Michael and that’s part of the reason for reading foreign books, the different words you learn from a Steinbeck or Marquez or even an Irish author make it all more exotic and rich.

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    • In a sense it’s just about new beginnings so they could start any time. Our school year starts in September too so I’ve used a bit of licence here and mixed things up.

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    • It does seem as though Skeins has been the trip word but, I think you’re right, it’s nice when the writing stretches with unfamiliar words. I find it happening when reading American or South American literature. Some of the food, plants, birds and animals for example have different names even when they’re not different species

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  5. Very vivid Michael. Some lovely metaphors and I feel you really remember what it was like, loping back to school for spring term, that mix of dragging yourself to school and loving the outdoors. I get Neil’s point about using a lot of metaphors in a short piece, but still think everyone of these works very well. Could see a longer nostalgia piece coming out of it

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