The Story of my Blog Title

Quilt of Dragonflies- My blog is named that for a reason.I am lucky enough to own a genuine Quilt of Dragonflies, which I am sure brings me good dreams when I sleep beneath it. It was given to me by a friend of my mother's, who handmade the entire thing. Color meets pattern in this fantastic piece of artwork which sits on my bed. Brilliant shades of purple, blue, and green intersperse with tie dye dragonflies. I will not hesitate to call it my inspiration.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Write on Wednesdays: Notre Dame de Paris

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 26 - Look at the photo at the top of this post. What does it inspire in you? Set your timer for 5 minutes. With the photo in mind, write the first words that come into your head until the buzzer rings.

Staring through the lens of her camera, her breath caught and her heart began to flutter about as a butterfly does in a field of wildflowers. Seeing those candles evoked such an emotional response that her hand shivered as the camera clicked away. She hoped with all her heart the photos would come out. Watching the flickering candles floating down the river, she imagined great mountains of gold shimmering in the night. Like a great volcano, the mountain was alive, a being so ethereal that she could barely blink. The candles sailed majestically down the river, spinning lazily in the current and drifting out, away from civilization to a place where they could be free. She continued to snap pictures while watching the magical stream of lights pass her. It was never-ending, a beautiful arrangement of pinpricks not unlike the universe spread above her. 

Suddenly, there was a movement behind her, and she caught her breath as she heard a splash way out in the river. Then another and another, as someone began to throw pebbles at the golden spires floating away. Someone was cruelly trying to sink the boats, and they were succeeding. Her breath caught in her mouth as one fiery tower teetered, and finally collapsed into the river with a hiss and several drops of liquid wax. She whirled on the spot, revenge hot and sweet in her mouth, determined to stop the idiot, no, the murderer, of the light. 


  1. Great tale, I know that kind of mirth, I love boats and candles.

  2. What do you mean by mirth? I also love boats and candles, but I wasn't really trying to make my story funny...

  3. "The candles sailed majestically down the river, spinning lazily in the current and drifting out, away from civilization to a place where they could be free." Great line!

    I think I would feel just as angry if someone was sinking those beautiful lighted boats as well.

  4. I really like the image you've painted. Good for her, saving the 'light' and beauty. Great piece!!

  5. I really wish I could see this scene as it was in your head when you were writing it! It's left me in suspense, I want to know the meaning of the candles in the water, the motives of those trying to sink them, and why our narrator was so angered by it! Interesting story.

  6. Great piece - you so cleverly change the mood from excitement and wonder to vengeful fury. Well done Claire!

  7. Effortless and inspiring imagery once again, pleasure to read with such illustrations freely offered.

  8. Murderer of the light! Great phrase - loved it.

    I liked your piece, loved the feel of it and the turn in mood was well done.

  9. Beautifully written - it has a very dreamy sureal feeling at the begining and the change in emotion is very cleverly done.


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