Saturday, July 17, 2010

Saturday Centus: Rainbow Dreams

Jenny Matlock

I am joining Jenny Matlock and gang for her Saturday Centus. Each week we are given a prompt, a phrase in which to design a story or poem around. We are limited to 100 words, not counting the prompt. This week's prompt is...Somewhere over the rainbow. You can use the prompt anywhere within your writing. I decided to also use other lyrics of this song within my story (in italics) So without further ado, I present to you:




Rainbow Dreams

Somewhere over the rainbow, dreams are born, hopes are hatched.

That's where you'll find me

Always dreaming.

In my latest dream I am in my father's house. I am earnestly mopping the kitchen floor. Try as I might, the stains, though faint, would not disappear.

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true?

God, I hope not.

However, I recently dreamed of cleaning another kitchen: filthy but with stunning windows, lots of glorious sunlight, storage space and potential. Working on the cupboards, I find beautiful treasures, long forgotten.

Why, oh why can't I

recognize the same fortune within me?

22 comments:

S. Susan Deborah said...

Noticed how these days a lot of your writing is about cleaning, clearing, decluttering, giving away stuff. I wonder whether there is a sign somewhere.

Sometimes our writing reflects our subconscious.

Polly, have a swimming weekend and a week ahead :)

Joy always,
Susan

Brian Miller said...

i echo susan...it is also about transformation...which is where you are right?

People Who Know Me Would Say: said...

What stood out for me was "potential". Nice job, Polly!

Cheryl said...

Beautiful and hope-filled. Let that light shine, Polly.

Bookie said...

This is something different to start off the day. Cleaning and rainbows...I never would have made that connection.

Weezer said...

My gosh. I so envy people like you who have a gift of words. This really is beautiful. And 'Over the Rainbow' is what I sing to the grandbabies. Now I'll think of cleaning my kitchen when I sing it. ;)
Have a super great weekend. Hope you're not working.
Weezer

Kat said...

Beautiful, different take on the prompt. I love the imagery of the faint stains that wouldn't come out. Kat

Anonymous said...

and your journey continues...

Tina said...

Oh, so nice. Very creative use of the lyrics. I hear the hope, and the longing too. It's hard sometimes to not be so down on ourselves, but to appreciate what we've become so far. Keep dreaming!

jfb57 said...

Really liked the way you wove the lyrics into your piece - very creative!

Tracy said...

cleaning is a nightmare not a dream LOL

Tracy said...

cleaning is a nightmare not a dream LOL

Susan Anderson said...

I like the way you used the prompt and could feel the hope.

=)

Viki said...

I really enjoyed how you incorporated more of the lyrics into your Centus. Good job.

~✽Mumsy✽~ said...

This is beautiful Polly! I ponder on "and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true?"

Betty Manousos said...

The dream about kitchen cleaning cracked me up.
Don't you dare to dream that dream.
Lol!
Love and hugs
B xx

Willoughby said...

Your writing is always so clever! I hear you on dreaming about cleaning, though. I had a dream that we were vacationing in a gorgeous oceanfront beach house and I spent all my time making the beds.

Tgoette said...

A beautiful and very emotive piece, Polly! Very well done.

cj Schlottman said...

Where would we be without our dreams, even if they include cleaning? There is a softness about this piece that makes me very comfortable about change. Thanks.

Malisa said...

I liked how you tied "why, oh why, can't I" into your story! Well done!

I just posted my story. Please join me at my blog!

Malisa

Jenny said...

Polly, this was absolutely lovely and poignant. That last line just made my heart hurt.

You are really amazing.

Terra said...

Holy wow, someone is talking to me aren't they? I just had a friend point this very thing out to me tonight...It hurts - it does.

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