FotoFriday: Flight

May 3, 20137 min read

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Published: May 3, 2013

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Welcome to our fourth FotoFriday session at CRLiterature!

Update!

Remember, you have until Thursday night this week to comment on this journal with a link to the deviation inspired by the image below! We can't wait to see what you produce.

Two months ago, we relaunched FotoFriday at CRLiterature, and here's the next installment. Last week, MotleyDreams gave us this image as a prompt:

And here are the pieces inspired by that image:

Pearls in WintertimeGrandma gave her pearls to the eldest, but you didn't need oysters when you had the world; when the forest greeted you as family, and your frolics left foot-printed poetry in the dirt. You were always more interested in giving, anyway, so that even when the twigs tore your hair, you made a blessing of it; passing down some pearls of your own.
a gift to nature
becomes one with the winter;
soon to be melted,
but not forgotten–
nor remembered. Wind MoonThe sky's icy pearl
Grows yellow, goes to her bed
After brother Sun

UntitledHe thought I'd like it. When he led me outside, his grin was half the size of his face. The way he watched (confused) as the smile slipped off my face when I realized it was just a string of water droplets on a twig instead of the ring he'd been hinting at...well. I should have handled my disappointment with grace.
I screamed at him. He left. Our last words were unrepeatable. Unforgettable.
The next time I saw him, he was under under a sheet in the morgue. string theoryperfect reflections
we slip past one another
unseeing, alone The Tiny PearlsShe stood before the full–length mirror, admiring the reflection of a woman about to present herself to the world. Trembling hands fumbled with the string of tiny white pearls. Each orb was a reminder of defeated obstacles. They were a collection of memories, trapped for her sanity; protection for a fragile and battered mind. It was a necklace which represented a heart stronger than the pain it had endured. Those small pearls gave the world a soul who smiled because life was an adventure worth experiencing and anyone could rise from the ashes, liberated and renewed from the torment of another’s choices.
Eyes of wisdom beyond their years reflected the strength of the woman standing tall in the mirror. There was no perfection in what was revealed, but there was an acceptance for who she had been and who she would be in time. A knowing smile tugged at her lips for an innocence long lost, but there was not a drop of remorse left upon them. The heart knew everything had h

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How does FotoFriday Work?

Every other Friday we will post a photograph from a deviant's gallery that we find intriguing and interesting. Using this photograph as a prompt, you are encouraged to write something—anything—based on it. It doesn't matter what form of writing, how much you write or even whether you end up with a complete piece—this is all about the prompt and what it inspires!

Are there any rules?

There is only one rule—RESPECT THE PHOTOGRAPHER! At the end of the day, we are using their image and therefore should be offering full credit to them in our artists' comments. We also ask that no one uses the image as a preview image.

_{Please note: the #CRLiterature team has asked photographers via #CRPhotography if we can use their work in this way. If you are a photographer who is interested in you work possibly being used, please sign up via #CRPhotography!}

This Week's Photograph...

K is for Kalari by TomasClark

Don't forget that when you have completed your piece of writing to upload it as a deviation and link it as comment in this journal! Next fortnight, we will feature all the completed entries!