Ready, Steady Write # 14

Photograph by Matthew Bietz (Creative Commons)

It’s said that elephants never forget…
Share some words inspired by this image
or
Simply share an unforgettable moment from your life

We each have our own unique story to tell
 Sometimes in can be conveyed in less words than we imagine

Find them…

6 Responses to “Ready, Steady Write # 14”

  1. Jen
    May 10, 2012 at 5:27 pm #

    I place my feet firmly on the cobblestone streets after jetting down 104 stairs. I am already exhilarated but am looking forward to that jolt from that cappuccino and pear pastry I'm about to get. I look forward to it every day. The sign on the building says, La Loggia degli Albizi. I'm enormously happy to be starting another day in Italy. The clanking of the porcelain cups & sound of the steamer foaming milk, gives me a rush. The owner sees me. Although I've come here every morning straight for 32 days, and I've ordered the same thing every time, she still asks me if I want the pastry with the apple or the pear. Her daughter rolls her eyes. My Italian isn't that bad. She's already preparing my cappuccino & dusting a powdered chocolate heart on the top. Everyone is standing at the bar chatting away. Some of it I understand but most, I don't. I'm about to start another day of adventure in Florence.

    • Rory Green
      May 11, 2012 at 12:27 am #

      Jen – yippee! I'm excited to see you hear! I love the 'jetting down 104 stairs' & 'her daughter rolls her eyes' – unexpected rituals. I can picture it all…

  2. Anonymous
    May 11, 2012 at 4:16 am #

    Elephants Grieve TooIt was my first time on the continent of Africa, and yet it felt to me as if I was finally home. I was far from anything familiar, in a landscape that took my breath away. I was on safari, in search of elephants and a place to grieve. I slept in a tent, photographed elephants in the early morning light and ate my meals at a table for two with only my journal and pen for company. At night, I read by candlelight and listened to the sounds of the wild around me. Two women travelling from India told me that I was brave after noticing that I was traveling alone. It didn't occur to me as brave. My greatest fear had come true, and nothing yet had taken its place. I was free.

    • Rory Green
      May 13, 2012 at 4:07 am #

      I love the line 'in search of elephants and a place to grieve…' Thank you x

  3. Jenn Poole
    May 12, 2012 at 5:29 pm #

    The way is clearYou are mine and I am yours.Onto this river trees bend their slender branchesTo etch our faces forever on the surface of moving water,And your face is my faceWhere one ends and one begins only we two knowAnd we will remember forever.The way is clearYou are mine and I am yours.The worlds of before and after extend everywhere,Yours before now a warm watery place deep withinMine after now a green fragrant field into which we move togetherAnd we will remember forever.The way is clearYou are mine and I am yours.I have forgotten everything except your eyes and voice, your skin and footfall,The soft breathing as you sleep, the birdsong that follows us through the trees, the sunlight we carry on our way.The only memory is you And I will remember forever.The way is clearYou are mine and I am yours.

    • Rory Green
      May 13, 2012 at 4:08 am #

      A beautiful response… like a lullaby. Thank you for writing…

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