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.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Write on Wednesdays: Zany

This week, I got to host the weekly WoW, and I created the zany prompt. Hopefully, I have done Gill justice here! I am not sure where I got the idea for this one...Just popped into my head.

Melodies wrapped their winding arms around her, sweeping her up in soaring measures and stunning verses. Her mind and body filled with the bass beats and cello strings, the sopranos and heavy rockers and pop stars. With every step she took, every thought she pondered, the music played in her head. It was ever present, the first thing she heard in the morning and the cool lullaby that sent her to sleep. Wherever she was, she carried the music.

She looked strange, walking down the street like that. Robert pointed out to Mummy the strange girl twirling across the zebra crossing. She had her arms outstretched, just like a bird he thought. Maybe she was a butterfly. Mummy glanced quickly, then told Robert that the girl probably heard The Music, and that was the reason she was dancing. She said that those who heard The Music couldn't stop it, couldn't control it, but were happy all the time. They smiled and waved at strangers, and danced from place to place. Robert was curious about this Music, and he wanted to know more. He asked Mummy. 

The music was strong inside her that day. It was its own being, lifting and soaring through her, channeling her energy. She felt powerful with the music in her. She could do anything. Notes pitter-pattered through her like drops of rain on a cloudy day. She lifted her face to the sky to feel the music pour down upon her, a heavenly song. 

When Mummy told Robert about The Music, Robert caught his breath and stared at the girl now pirouetting down the sidewalk. She looked happy and free. Robert wished he could hear the mysterious notes, and feel the joy that she felt. Suddenly, he tugged his hand free of Mummy's and ran down the street towards her. She watched as he rain up to the girl and brushed her arm with feather light fingers. She turned, and listened as his lips moved. Mummy watched but couldn't hear what Robert was saying. The girl laughed and bent down to whisper something in his ear. Slowly, Robert's face lit up and he began to giggle and spin about in circles, raising his arms to the sky. 


  1. nice story, claire. i think our characters might just be friends! :D

  2. This is just lovely Claire, really beautifully written -that freedom and lack of self conciousness that children have, wouldn't it be great to be able to hang on to that and always hear the music?

    1. Thank you so much! I totally agree. I am not that far past childhood, and I already wish I had that back! Hearing the music is very important.


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