Fairy Tale Friday 16 eutony: to listen

The task set by Anja for this fairy tale friday (July 11, 2014) was to let our muse* be eutony: the pleasantness of a word’s sound.

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To Listen

She would lie on her back where the tall grasses gave way to banks of the pond. Close to where the cattails grew. So she could listen to the words drift like cattail fluff on the shifting winds of autumn.

There was no meaning to her ears, only words turned into bird song and the rhythmic beating of butterfly wings. There was a hint of magic; a taste of the mysterious. Words to be enjoyed, to be listened to.

Each time she had to leave, she rolled into a sitting position, facing the cattails. She bowed her head, and whispered, “Thank you for allowing me to listen to your words. With your kind permission, I will be back to listen again.”

Her words fell gentle like a warm summer rain. The words were a mystery, hidden in the morning mists on the pond. But the sound was beautiful like the plants emerging in the spring, or the shimmer of fish caught in a water-fused sunbeam.

They always awaited her return so they could listen to the wondrous sound of her words.

*My other muse was summerstommy2 and his fairy tale for this week, “The Ferns.”

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6 thoughts on “Fairy Tale Friday 16 eutony: to listen

  1. julespaige July 12, 2014 / 7:13 pm

    I was actually reading about cattail fluff the other day. How it can be very useful. When taking or undoing the seeds or fluff it was recommended to do so with the cattail inside a bag, because the fluff is so ‘tightly wound’ that once undone it will just poof like magic.

    Nicely done. I joined the party for this prompt – stop by if you have the time :)
    Cheers, Jules

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    • phylor July 12, 2014 / 10:43 pm

      I remember one year my mother brought cattails inside to use in a painting and forgot to put them out. We were picking cattail fluff up for months.
      Loved your fairy tale!

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  2. Arushi ahuja July 12, 2014 / 5:32 am

    Oh what beautiful description of words falling ” like warm summer rain” . Amazing….

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  3. summerstommy2 July 12, 2014 / 12:41 am

    This is a beautifully written piece phylor. A lovely take on this prompt, excellent post. Thanks too for the acknowledgement.

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    • phylor July 12, 2014 / 3:53 pm

      You are most welcome. I loved the “Ferns” and it did get me thinking of smaller worlds inside larger ones.
      Will we be reading more about the inherited house, the fernery, magic and mystery? I hope so!

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