fairy tale prompt 3: dandelion dreams

Photo by Anja......Oh Pithy Me
photograph by Anja

She took the path through the woods to a small clearing. Standing in the middle, she caught dandelion seeds as they drifted by. She held it in her hand, brushing the seed’s soft parachute against her cheek.

Each one told a story: sad; grieving; despairing. Happy; joyful; full of promise. Wishes; dreams; hopes; prayers; promises.

Once she knew it’s mission, she would release the seed back on it’s journey, blowing gently til it caught the breeze.

 

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13 thoughts on “fairy tale prompt 3: dandelion dreams

  1. Brenda April 13, 2014 / 5:40 pm

    Each seed carries the wish of its mother. :-)

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  2. Bastet April 13, 2014 / 1:57 am

    Good take on the prompt you’ve written this bit of prose in a poetic fashion … good magery and I loved the feel of it.

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    • phylor April 13, 2014 / 3:42 pm

      Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was fun to write!

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      • Bastet April 14, 2014 / 2:38 am

        How I know the sensation! A great prompt to write to!

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  3. summerstommy2 April 12, 2014 / 5:49 am

    This is a beautiful response to this prompt. You cover all aspects of the lore of the dandelion, in very succinct ways. well done.

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    • phylor April 12, 2014 / 11:01 am

      Thank you. Thanks to Anja, there is now meaning to my dandelion ritual.

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  4. challengesketchy April 11, 2014 / 10:20 am

    Nice. I had found this to be an inspirational post you wrote. It was well written. :)

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    • phylor April 11, 2014 / 12:37 pm

      Thank you. I didn’t know about dandelion lore until Anja set this prompt. It was fun to put meaning into something I still do, catch dandelion seeds and then send them on their way again.

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  5. mindlovemisery April 11, 2014 / 9:45 am

    There is something so tender, melancholic and serene about this one lovely

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    • phylor April 11, 2014 / 9:51 am

      Thanks, I remember catching and releasing the seeds, but had no dandelion lore. Anja supplied me with a meaning for my childhood actions.

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