Title: Forgotten Songs
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt #118 – Song
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 102 words.
Photo by Jenny Yang on Unsplash
Jing-sheng’s cane clicked on the cobbled street. Pausing he lifted his head, scrutinizing the cages hanging between the buildings like forgotten laundry.
It started in the mid-15th century. Privileged elite gathered in tea houses, gossiping, drinking tall tales, and discussing the intricacies of feeding, raising and training their pets.
When his grandfather died, Jing-sheng embraced his legacy and his flock. No one would call him elite. A simple working man, he carried his treasures to the park every morning.
Vanished from the wild, the devoted ones slipped away. The exotic song of birds became a memory that faded with the winter wind.
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Jo Hawk The Writer
Lovely story, Jo 🙂 You gave us a glimpse into the rich history and culture of Jing-sheng in 102 words.
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Happy you liked it, my friend. 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Good one!
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Thank you, Sadje
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Always a pleasure Jo
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Dear Jo,
Lovely and atmospheric piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle.
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melancholic and whimsical, I like when folklore surfaces in everyday life. I just finished one piece on bird cages too, coincidentally!
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I watched a program about songbirds in south-east Asia. The owners walk their birds to the park every day so the bids can socialize and learn to sing.
I am looking forward to reading your piece. Great minds, eh? 🙂
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This was gorgeous – “drinking tall tales,” “the exotic song of birds became a memory” – lovely imagery and literary language.
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Thank you for your kind words, my friend. 🙂
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HRR beat me to it. I loved the drinking tall tales, too!
You created wonderful imagery with this one, Jo. I really liked it.
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Aw, Thank you, Dale. It was a fun story to write.
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I drank this in. And was transported. Caught a small feather that drifted in the breeze stirred by your words.
Cool.
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Aw, D. You keep hold of that feather. I am told they have magical properties. 🙂
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