Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s site, with words and images supplied by Margaret and Sue.
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.
Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
Here is my story:
After listening to the energetic youngsters playing the music they'd learned on the instrument of their choice, my perception of a peaceful concert experience was far from what I'd imagined it would be.
The program guide stated these children had all practised hard for this end of year concert and were now able to read music quite well.
The music teacher had taken the stage as soon as the curtain closed on the final young trumpeter and now was speaking about the learning of music being a grand way to enhance a child's spiritual education, helping to connect them to their feelings, teaching them to seek out their inner beings; on and on she went, at one point running both hands through her wildly styled flame coloured hair, such was her enthusiasm for her speech.
All I wanted to do was go home and sit quietly with a cup of herbal tea. Camomile to calm down with, a little thyme added to soothe the throat after the cheering I'd done along with the rest of the crowd.
I resolved to find a new teacher for my two nieces; the raucous sounds coming from various trumpets and violins, the plinkings from untuned pianos made me wonder just what this particular teacher specialised in.
If those children were ably reading music, then I was Queen Victoria!