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countries, life, photography, pirate, pirates of the caribbean, poetry, sea, ship, travel, writing
I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
Every fortnight we hope to host a photograph suggested by contributors. So, keep those photograph recommendations coming. Submit your favourite images (with credit) for next week’s Picture it & write!
Where would the wind blow me to next? I had visited countries from all over the world. Just when my crew would grow anxious after months at sea, we were granted with our destination. I loved experiencing the exotic incense, strange cuisine, mysterious languages, fantastical tales of another culture. The life of a traveler, a pirate, was one of riches and pleasure. My crew adored me. People embraced me with open arms, the merchants and the whores.
I stabbed the worn map with my dirty dagger. How much wealth could be drained from this petty harbour village? How many slaves could we chain on board? How many would beg for their lives this time?
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Ha, this made me think of Jenny the Traveller. I like stabbing the dagger into the map. Arrr! 😀
Hehe! Here’s The Stuff of Legends.
That was brilliant. It was so creative and lighthearted. A fantastic, witty story! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write with such legendary writing. 😉
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Not the greatest thing I’ve done, I have to say:
http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2012/04/01/one-foot-at-home-another-all-over-the-world/
Beautiful! I really love the use of ‘leg of the compass’, it communicated such strong imagery. Lovely work, Eliza! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
I think it’s a perfect analogy, that base we need, a kind of tether for our explorations. It’s the feeling I have with me as I try to conjure up a poem myself.
For years I travelled like Ulysses, sailing randomly, in search of strange lands and adventures, trying to draw new maps that covered a much greater area of our yet huge mysterious blue planet. My favourite compass and the other mathematical devices on the table stared at me – they seemed as excited as me. They wanted more; they loathed idleness. I looked up from the freshly drawn map and into the far distance… green lands started to appear… and the majestic ship suddenly released its sails as if it understood that it was time for another adventure…
But as I walked towards the wheel to take command, I abruptly hit an invisible wall! What was that?
The blue sky and wooden ship started to fade away…
“no… no…”
…and I found myself in front of a ship’s detailed maquette imprisoned in a glass cage. In the museum. I was back to reality.
“Daphnée? You’re coming?”
“Yes mum,” I said absent-mindedly, still under the spell of my short yet epic vision of travelling in the 19th century…
Oh! I didn’t expect that. Good work evilnymphstuff! I think your transition from the her imagination into reality was fantastic. Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week!
Yes, I had the same feeling of changed expectations, and I liked that. It immediately conveyed the joys of the imagination. I can see this young girl, feeling caged by life’s expectations vs. her own desires.
Ah, see? You personified them too. “They wanted more; they loathed idleness.” 🙂 The daydream turns Ulysses’ travels into a great metaphor.
Haha you’re right 😉 thanks!
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Here’s mine this week, not my best, but I loved the image this week 🙂 (mine is a bit off topic)
http://rosikifish.wordpress.com/2012/04/03/the-long-walk-onwards/
Here’s also a picture (one of my own) that I’d like to submit for Picture it and Write 😀
In your scene, the speaker is exhausted, and you convey the feeling of being parched and in need of the place to rest, but at the same time, wow, it sounds gorgeous! I love the descriptions of the grasses and sun and the single tree. 🙂
Thanks for contributing this week, Rosikifish, with a story and a picture for next week’s Picture it & write! I love seeing our contributors get involved with the picture process as well as the writing. I think you did a great job conveying the exhaustion of the character. I really liked this part ‘My ears were pressed on the ground, the wind sounded like a distant recording, far off and crackly.’ A very powerful description! I hope to see you next week. 🙂
Love the shift from people in embracing the speaker to claiming slaves. The mood shifted with the effect of startling me even more into feeling the horror.
Thank you. 🙂 I felt like giving the story a twist.
He is the magnetic compass, slouched southward, each move calm precision. I am the compass instrument, teetering one-legged, waiting for his direction to place the other at the arc of his suggestion.
I’m glad someone else saw male and female. And I really like the symbiosis you created.
Thanks! It’s an evocative picture. I hope to do something with the bit I drew from it when I get time to tinker. 🙂
Thanks for contributing this week, Patricia! I didn’t see the gender allocation to the two compasses (compai? plural?) like you and Anne did, but I really like that approach. I love this ‘teetering one-legged, waiting for his direction to place the other at the arc of his suggestion’. Beautiful! Leave us a link if you do decide to tinker with the story a bit more. 😉
Navigating through the oceans,
North, east and west,
Never go south.
Look left, look right, but never
look back.
When you come passed
the gates of time,
Make sure you have plenty of it.
But never look back.
If you hear the cracking,
of the wood.
Make sure you can fix it,
Never have cracks.
Navigating through life,
the hardest part.
Make sure you can fix it,
and never look back.
Hey there, Otheus. Great poem! I loved the theme of moving forward and how you crafted it from navigating the sea. I agree with Anne, ‘come passed’ was brilliant! So subtle, witty and yet it’s those details that make a good poem, fantastic. This is one of your best, I think. I hope to see you next week! 🙂
LOL @ “come passed” Nice! This is cool the way it gives a kind of never turn your back on the sea feeling to life at the end.