The lovely Delores at Under the Porch Light
had
been running this meme for a considerable period of time, week
after week. Computer issues led her to bow out for a while and I took
over. When Delores' absence looked like being more permanent I begged
and cajoled for other volunteers to share providing the prompts, and
Words for
Wednesday became a movable feast. Sadly Delores has (temporarily I
hope) discontinued her blog, though we have been told that she will be
back in the fullness of time.
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
This month the prompts will be published here.
Months ago Olga Godim sent me some amazing photographs of paintings saying that they would make great prompts. She is right.
I am going to spread them out. One today, and one next week.
This first one was painted by Alfred Stevens (1823-1906).
Intriguing isn't it?
Then to some words:
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
This month the prompts will be published here.
Months ago Olga Godim sent me some amazing photographs of paintings saying that they would make great prompts. She is right.
I am going to spread them out. One today, and one next week.
This first one was painted by Alfred Stevens (1823-1906).
Intriguing isn't it?
Then to some words:
- exhibition;
- feelings;
- bewitching;
- captive;
- gushing; and
- candle
And a phrase, from a poem by Carl Sandburg:
'The fog comes on little cat feet.....'.
I am really looking forward to seeing what you make from one or more of these prompts.
It is amazing that someone painted that!
ReplyDeleteSandi: Isn't it incredible? The details, and the texture...
DeleteLike a painting at an exhibition,
ReplyDeletefeelings bewitching,
a young man is held captive.
He feels his heart gushing
at a candle in a window.
Martin Kloess: And I suspect like Romeo he falls irrevocably in love.
DeleteAwe sweet mystery of life....
DeleteHow did the artist do the arm under the sleeve like that? Amazing!
ReplyDeleteMarie Smith: He wasn't an artist I was aware of, but I am blown away by his skill.
DeleteThe painting is beautiful, feelings.
ReplyDeleteBob Bushell: It is lovely isn't it?
DeleteThe fog clearly hasn't heard Angel's not-so-little cat feet thundering through the house (*~*)
ReplyDeleteThe painting holds quite a lot of emotion.
River: Jazz n Jewel are thunderers too. And loud with it.
DeleteI'm glad our cats aren't the only ones who sound like a thundering herd when they chase each other through the house.
DeleteThe creature held a candle illuminating a bewitching sight. Feelings ran high when captive onlookers saw the exhibition of lifeforms for the first time. They were gushing with life and alive. How was this possible?
ReplyDeleteSpacer Guy: I wonder just what the captive onlookers will do with those lifeforms. Treat them with respect and kindness I hope.
DeleteI would have loved to be one of the onlookers.
DeleteThis was great!
DeleteThis was done in a hurry because I'm on my way out for a few hours, but I wanted to play along...so here is my attempt for this week...built around the image...and, of course, the words and phrase....
ReplyDelete"Pensively she sat, caressed by the BEWITCHING CANDLE-light,held CAPTIVE by her FEELINGS; a prisoner of her memories. Unwelcome tears began GUSHING from her eyes, flowing uncontrollably down her wan cheeks. Hurriedly she wiped them away not wanting to make an EXHIBITION of herself. Wafting through the open window THE FOG COMES ON LITTLE CAT FEET of the bronze-cast statue before her. It was his farewell gift. Would the day ever come again when she would be reunited with her love?"
Lee: I hope so. I really hope so.
Deletesad and sweet Lee, I like it.
DeleteThis is your best ever. The words and the image, with your words--awesome.
DeleteYou opened a lovely little box of words here.
DeleteOoh, nice!
DeleteLovely!
Delete'Oh Mama. Yes I have your letter.
ReplyDeleteAgreeing to pose for a talented artist is NOT making an exhibition of myself. Yes, I know, you wouldn't give a candle for my marriage prospects now...
I don't agree. My pose is modest, and my dress bewitching. I am not a captive to my feelings and gushing about the immoral and licentious artist's world doesn't impress me.
In the hours I spent sitting for Alfred he paid me no more (and no less) attention that the golden cat. He set us where the light was most flattering and got to work. And I love the results. I am proud of them. My name will be unknown, but my face will live forever, stirring hearts and minds when you and I have been dust for generations...'
EC, I love this! That face certainly will live forever and have many people wondering about the sadness and the letter.
DeleteOh you gal! Love this twist and the idea of being about the model. Once again you are talented and clever.
DeleteGreat story,EC. I look at this girl in the painting in an entirely different way now.
DeleteGlenda Council Beall: I really hope that you will join us some week. Really hope so.
DeleteOh, what a wonderful little story. Love it. I wish I could write that short, but I can't. The shortest I ever wrote was about 600 words.
DeleteWoo Hoo. EXCELLENT, Sue. This was great!
DeleteOlga Godim: Thank you so much for the stunning prompts. Short is all I can do. Micro-fiction.
DeleteYou've come up with a beautiful thought-provoking painting, and a great selection of words to go with it. Your use of those words truly does the painting justice. Great job!
DeleteMy story will be on my blog on Friday 22nd.
ReplyDeleteRiver: I am looking forward to it.
DeleteLate in the evening she sat by candle light trying to sort her feelings about him. During the exhibition she had been captive by his attentions. He had called her bewitching and he was literally gushing with his compliments. As she opened the note left on the table she had an ominous thought much like a fog which comes in, sneaks in, on little cat feet, damping the goodness of a day well spent.
ReplyDeleteLinda Starr: I love it. I hope that she was wrong, and that the romance is good.
DeleteI am just sure the cad was dumping her because he had to put it in a note left behind. You created some interesting thoughts here. Love it!
DeleteThe fog comes on little cat feet, not been my experience usually I wake up and its there, sometimes I get my camera and try and take pictures but mostly I roll over and go back to sleep.
ReplyDeleteMerle........
Merlesworld: Sometimes I can see the fog drift in in the morning. It is considerably quieter than either of our cats though. Jazz in particular has thunder paws. Nothing subtle about him.
DeleteLove the words and painting! Busy with boxes and bubble wrap this week, so I just read other's work.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane: Not a problem. I hope your packing and your move go really, really well.
DeleteI love that picture!
ReplyDeleteLinda: Isn't it amazing? Does it tempt you to tell a story?
DeleteA moveable feast is more manageable, IF everyone willingly jumps in to do their part. Hurrah that you've gotten the participants. Sounds like a fun group of words to put togehter in a story this week!
ReplyDeletemail4rosey: It is wonderful just how many people have joined the party and contribute by providing prompts. We have the meme covered until the end of this year now - though further volunteers are ALWAYS welcome.
DeleteHi EC - I'm tempted to tell another story by the photo with different words ... but I love the art work - amazing to be able to let us see that dress through his brush ...
ReplyDeleteThen the poem ... my fog rolls in off the sea - in fact the gauzey mist is drifting across right now ...
Cheers Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: I would love you to tell a story about the picture - using any words you like. It is up to you how much (and which) of the prompts you use.
DeleteAnd the gauzy mist is a lovely image.
ReplyDeleteThis is my Composition.. By Vest.
The FEELINGS of the persons who attended the newly formulated evening EXHIBITION Highlighted by the impressive coloured CANDLE lights and who had created impressive floral exhibits but failed to impress the GUSHING judge who obviously was favouring Lord and Lady Cods Wallop's tawdry exhibit (Or that of their gardeners) As was usually the case followed by the exhibit by the village Squire and his newly acquired leggy blonde wife whose visible Undercarriage was highlighted by her BEWITCHING see through attire which thrilled a CAPTIVE audience of gawking village idiots yelling their approval of the Squires latest acquisition - formerly the village Bike.
I am likely to be put in the Village Stocks for this one.
Vest back soon.
Oh my goodness I am blushing Vest. Love it!
DeleteVest: I am not certain that the Squire would think the stocks were sufficient punishment...
DeleteEC. LINDA and Lee. All great stories . Loved them.
ReplyDeleteHere goes my try at it:
ReplyDeleteThe exhibition had gone well. She had never known such feelings of joy while his eyes had held her captive. She found him bewitching as she was gushing like a schoolgirl just looking at him. Home now she knew she had to send the letter. That candle of desire had gone out. She had to return the golden cat .. taking it had been wrong. She couldn't help herself. It was that phrase, 'The fog comes on little cat feet' that had stirred her desires to be a cat burglar.
Thoughts in Progress
and MC Book Tours
Oh my, I made her a bit of a sleuth too. Loved this.
DeleteMason Canyon: Love it. I hope she is able to return the cat as skilfully (and without detection) as she took it.
DeleteI sometimes use word prompts when writing songs. It's interesting how a word, phrase, or picture can send ones brain down a path.
ReplyDeleteRick Watson: Some time perhaps you will share one of your songs...
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ReplyDeleteOops...again
Deletelololol. You're oops, made me smile, Granny.
DeleteA story this time instead of a poem It is on my blog along with the picture. Loved having a picture!
ReplyDeleteTHE BREAK IN by Granny Annie
Though she had been banned from the exhibition for continuing to touch the displays, she crept into the great hall like "the fog comes in on little cat feet". There was no way to let go of her feelings that made her keep going inside.. She was fearful and could feel her heart pounding. It was bewitching to watch her move with stealth across the room as if a captive making an escape.
Suddenly the sculpture of the cat caught her eye and she was gushing and reaching out to faintly brush the texture. It surprised her as she accidentally brushed against the candle nearby causing it to go crashing to the floor.
Security alerted by the crash rushed into the room and forcefully guided this elegant, young, accident prone lady out the door, reminding her she was not welcome there.
Granny Annie: Love it. And I would love to stroke that cat myself. And pick it up, to feel its weight...
DeleteGranny Annie.You finally made it after a few Hiccups, Good story - pleased to know I made a granny blush.
ReplyDeleteWednesday is where the smart people play!!!!!
ReplyDeleteDoes writing a thank you card count?
Sonya Ann: It most definitely could.
DeleteGreat prompts. LOVE that picture.
ReplyDeleteSandra Cox: Olga chose an amazing painting to share didn't she?
DeleteI need to get back into this; writing has fallen rather by the wayside of late and I desperately need to get back into it.
ReplyDeleteThe Cranky: I hope you can. I always love seeing where the prompts take you.
DeleteLovely painting, and I love this idea of writing prompts. As you know, I've been away from blogging for a bit. I have missed it so much, and the wonderful readers like you! Maybe sometime soon I'll get to participate. Until then, I'll read yours and what you come up with for the challenge!
ReplyDelete2justByou: It is lovely to see you out and about in the blogosphere and I hope you will be able to join us playing with words soon.
DeleteThe exhibition of my candles captivated my feelings in these bewitching hours gushing out the spell I sent forth; after all . . . I'm a Witch.
ReplyDeleteLon Anderson: You sound a lot happier now you are being true to your witchy self.
DeleteI stared at the note in my hand. Rare feelings came gushing from my innermost being. Rage. How had it come to this? Before me on the table a garish cat figure glared at me. He'd left that, along with the note. And taken my own beloved feline. Was she dead, did he kill her out in the woods?
ReplyDeleteAn exhibition of control it was. How had I not seen this in him, in those bewitching eyes of his. I'd been a virtual captive since our marriage. He hated Daisy because he couldn't control her. This had eaten at him, almost like the cat had taken a knife to his balls.
A fog bank was rolling in softly, like pillows, like cat feet, like a blanket being pulled over someone to smother the life out. I lit a candle. And loaded the shotgun. Somebody's life was going to get snuffed tonight. That was for sure.
Strayer: Dark, clever - and I can so see this happening if anyone hurt any one of your cats.
DeleteI stopped by your blog today.
ReplyDeleteAnn
Cozy in Texas: Welcome - I just been to return your visit.
Deletehttp://lettingthewordsescape.blogspot.com/2016/07/forced-to-reconsider.html
ReplyDeleteloved loved loved this
Cindi Summerlin: Thank you. I loved your story and, as I said, wish that the artist could be aware of how many minds he has sparked into different journeys...
DeleteFor whatever reason it wouldn't let me leave a comment under your flash. I loved it, Sue extremely well done.
ReplyDeleteSandra Cox: It tricked you - and did post your comment. Thank you.
DeleteMy first attempt at such an extremely short piece.
ReplyDelete~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She hadn’t wanted to go to the exhibition; had never been interested in Asian art before, but once she was there, every little statuette felt bewitching like a piece of sculpted magic; every painted screen held her captive for minutes at a time. She couldn’t describe her feelings even to herself. So much alien beauty was gushing at her from the displays, she was drowning in it. The unknown artists’ talents shimmered like a candle flame in every elegant line, every graceful flower, burning her with their understated, almost hidden opulence.
And then, that mysterious Oriental man approached her and thrust a box into her hands. What she found inside was even more amazing: an enameled cat and a letter. The cat stared at her as if it was alive, its jeweled eyes angry, its tail lashing. The letter now hung limply from her fingers. It implied she could learn to create such exquisite objects too. She could finally become a true artist. The only snag was: the price was her life.
Olga Godim: Wow. And wow again. I love this. It is so powerful. I am intrigued. And want to know more. Will she pay the price?
DeleteThe fog comes in on little cat feet, Mother, on the other hand,arrives with a crash and a bang like the center on a thunderstorm. "Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding dong" she rings the doorbell incessantly. Perhaps a call prior to her arrival might lessen these immediate feelings of dread and being held captive in my own home. "What on earth does she need right now" I wonder and answer the door wearing nothing but a forced smile and a pair of pink pajamas. "Oh! Morning Lilly! I thought you would already be dressed, I want you to go somewhere with me. There's an exhibition at The Glen. (It is is a small museum/performance center affiliated with Springdale College in our little town. The actual name is The Glenda Speer Middleton Center for the Performing Arts and Artists but everyone just affectionately calls it The Glen, because it is easier.)
ReplyDelete"What kind of exhibit, Mom?" I ask making sure I have no inflection in my voice that would constitute either agreement or disagreement. (A talent it took me years and years of practice to perfect.) Once Mother hears the slightest agreeable sound it is game on. "Oh this will be a blast, it is a performance piece on the history of illumination. I can just see some bewitching minx wearing a full crystal chandelier beckoning us from the lobby. Please come with me, please!" I dance this dance often and I know it really means "The parking lot is further than I want to walk so please drop me off under the portico, go park the car, then meet me inside. So, I do what every good daughter does and walk into my room to get ready while air dialing my sister and looping an imaginary noose around my neck. I get ready in record time, and begin the short drive to The Glen, drop her off, park, walk to the center only to hear her gushing loudly that the girl in a white leotard and tights has the most beautiful face to anyone near her. "Oh good" I think to myself, "she is behaving!" Until I hear her next observation "But her breasts are entirely too damn big for her to look like a candle" And once again I mentally dial my sister and tighten the imaginary noose I am still wearing. I glance at the order of the exhibit, count and think "Great! One down twelve to go" Just breathe Lilly, just breathe.
Anne in the kitchen: Ouch. I have no sister, but parts of this tale make me wince in memory...
DeleteI do have a sister IRL and I do have a demanding mother but the above is just wrangling the words given into a semi believable narrative.
ReplyDeleteAnne in the kitchen: I am sorry. I wasn't implying that your story was true, but it did remind me of my very demanding mother. Essentially your tale was very, very believable.
DeleteI just read this to my sister and we were laughing that if an exhibition of illumination rolled into town this could be a possible scenario.
DeleteThe brightness of my spirit this morning has chased the darkness from the room. My love received the impromptu note I sent last week and has responded that her feelings match mine exactly! Oh, joy! Putting ones most private thoughts on a piece of paper in full exhibition for all to see can be a frightening and cathartic experience. I was afraid of rambling too much, gushing about her bewitching smile and how I am held captive by her almond eyes. Enough. It's getting late and the fog has become quite dense. Opening the door for the little cat permitted the dampness to enter the room. It's now so dark I shall have to light a candle in order to clean the mist from her little feet. Nothing, however, can dampen or darken my mood today!
ReplyDeleteWally Jones: Thank you for joining us. And awww. This is lovely.
DeleteLovely prompts!
ReplyDeleteLynn: Some day you will join us. What do you think of the latest Karin Slaughter?
DeleteI managed to create a poem on my blog but not quite sure how I feel about it! Thanks for the prompts :o)
ReplyDeleteHBF: You are always toooo hard on yourself. But part of you knows that. I will read your poem v shortly.
DeleteThankfully this wonderful artist isn't here to see what I have done to her beautiful painting ... but it is all in fun. My poetry is not poetry (as my friend the poet would tell me), but it rhymes and suits the occasion. You can see my contribution here (https://fromthesol.blogspot.com/2016/07/words-for-wednesday.html). I am sure there is a better way of linking but as I don't know what it is ... this will have to do. So sorry, I have been so remiss in following or commenting. Life seems to be getting ahead of me these days and I am strictly hit or miss most of the time. I have hopes of getting back to normal at some point :) Thank you for your loyalty ... you are always there with something meaningful to say.
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From The Sol ...
Andrea Priebe: Sometimes life does get in the way. Hugs. And thank you for joining in.
DeleteP. S. ... My link didn't work so I am trying it again. Suffice it to say, that if you want to see what I have contributed, you can go to my blog "From the Sol" or try this: http://fromthesol.blogspot.com/2016/07/words-for-wednesday.html
ReplyDeleteAndrea
Wow. Y'all did a great job with this!
ReplyDeleteSusan: I hope that some day you will join us.
DeleteI love the light in that painting! Always so in awe of painters.
ReplyDeleteDawn@Lighten Up!: Me too. I am awed by all artists.
DeleteI visited Carl Sandburg's cool rambling mountain home last Summer; the trees were so thick with shade and the air up there so friendly to my lungs that I wanted to stay longer. I felt like his words must carry some of that mountain mist with them as he sent them into the world. Your share just cooled me off (it's 100 degrees and humid here today). I appreciate the breeze of this place:)
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Jennifer Richardson: I am always so impressed at how you build words into beautiful kaleidescopes of colour and life.
DeleteHow great everyone has done...wonderful! :)
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