Microfiction Monday #72 She Dreams of Faeries

Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Microfiction Monday #72 She Dreams of Faeries

She removed her shoes and hobbled down the river bank to soak her aching feet. Spent from her journey; she slept; and dreamt of faeries placing moonbeams in her shoes.

Microfiction Monday is hosted by Stony River; You look at the picture and try to write a little vignette for it in 140 characters or less. Lots of fun! http://www.stonyriver.ie/

19 comments:

Susan Fobes said...: I like this one Debora-innocent like... Very nice!; February 27, 2011 at 7:39 PM
Vicki said...: Awww ... What a lovely dream! Very good!; February 27, 2011 at 7:40 PM
Sylvia K said...: Lovely dreams! And a lovely take on the pic of the day! Enjoy your week!

Sylvia; February 27, 2011 at 7:44 PM
Pat said...: Oh, now I want to know more! Where is she going? Excellent MM!; February 27, 2011 at 8:19 PM
Melanie Sherman said...: Excellent. And moonbeams...how delightful.; February 27, 2011 at 8:21 PM
Anonymous said...: Very nice.; February 27, 2011 at 9:23 PM
Mason Canyon said...: How lovely and sweet.

Mason
Thoughts in Progress; February 27, 2011 at 9:57 PM
Anyes said...: And what a beautiful dream it was :-); February 27, 2011 at 10:28 PM
Porky said...: This one also has magic, a tale within a tale. Very pretty, and the weariness comes through. I went with sunlight, but moonbeams suggest a soft dreaminess that works well here.; February 28, 2011 at 12:39 AM
Doctor FTSE said...: That shoe would wreck anyone's foot. Lovely MFM!; February 28, 2011 at 12:50 AM
Louise said...: A lovely little story :)

Holly #24; February 28, 2011 at 1:31 AM
Linda O'Connell said...: Such a lovely sentiment. Good one.; February 28, 2011 at 5:06 AM
Dianne said...: and what a lovely dream it was :)
very sweet; February 28, 2011 at 5:38 AM
Diane said...: Hope her little toe-ies feel better soon! :O); February 28, 2011 at 6:45 AM
Ashling said...: I really like that this is from a perspective other than the fairy's! Continued sweet dreams to your protagonist!; February 28, 2011 at 7:29 AM
Maude Lynn said...: This is delightful!; February 28, 2011 at 9:59 AM
Anonymous said...: This is definitely one of my favourites this week! Loved the images it left in my mind.
Cheers~; February 28, 2011 at 12:17 PM
Granny Kate said...: Oh! I like this.; February 28, 2011 at 2:38 PM
Michael G-G said...: And the fairy seems happy to oblige. I enjoyed this, Debora. Hope you have a great week.; February 28, 2011 at 8:35 PM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Microfiction Monday #72 She Dreams of Faeries

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