A pink balloon floats in a cerulian sky. Artrage app digital drawing. Finger painting. Prompt Float from #bandofsketchers.
I have a good visual memory and this is from my imagination.
Floating….
Tag: Prompt
Spaceweather.com
What are your favorite websites?
I’m interested in astronomy and follow Spaceweather.com
It’s full of information about comets and meteor showers, solar flares and corona mass ejections that can lead to auroras at the north and south poles. There are so many different phenomena that you can find out about there, and images of astronomical events.
Take a look, you might be surprised ar what’s up in space and how it affects us down here on Earth
Edge, Esther Chilton prompt.
Nebula ?
I wrote this post as a response to Esther Chiltons weekly prompt.
Edge
On the edge of the galaxy, in the streaming snow of stars, a snake like creature swims the dust lanes.
Pure energy, it feeds on supernova and quasars.
Many thousands of years old, it has started to glow. Corruscating colours flowing along it’s length.
What is this Edge creature? Totally alien, made of quantum fluctuations, entangled electrons. Perhaps when it ripens the galaxy will twist like a newly lit Catherine wheel on bonfire night.
Odd, this week’s writing prompt.
The Lykewake Dirge.
Chorus: This ae neet, this ae neet
Every neet and all
Fire and fleet and candleleet
And Christ receive thy soul….
We were learning odd old songs last night at choir, appropriate to the season.
Verse: When thou from heme away art part.
Every neet and all,
To Whinny moor thou comst at last.
And Christ receive thy soul.
The song talks about if you ever gave someone shoes and hose, you can sit down and put them on, but if you didn’t the ‘whins’ (winds?) shall pick your bare bones. It goes on along these thoughts. The figures in it, carrying a dead body, proceed from Whinny Moor, to Brig o’ Dread at last.
If you gave Meat and Drink to anyone the fires of Purgatory won’t touch you, but if you have naught, the fire will burn you to your bare bones.
Thus this old Yorkshire Dirge gives it’s message that if you treat people well and with kindness you shall be saved from the fires of Purgatory, but if you were mean spirited, that is your loss.
It’s interesting to find out about songs like this in our modern age. Spooky and frightening images of people striding out across a dark, windswept moor. High above towns and cities. Perhaps men wrapped in dark clothes and cowled or hooded cloaks….
Carrying a body to its last resting place? Maybe a bog grave where the body will be preserved in acid peat. Their skin turning to leather over the centuries. Held in a peaty stasis whilst their life’s works are weighed in the balance. Bones turning brown and black.
The cloaked figures striding off into the distance, like figures in the latter day ‘Traitors’ TV programme.
Next week we will be learning Carols, ready for Christmas……..
Threads challenge
A threader had dared people to write a poem using the word socks.
I came up with this :
My socks fell round my ankles
As the elastic was worn
It’s really not a good look
And I should have sworn
But I was in an interview
Trying for a job
So I hid my legs very quickly
And decided to shut my gob!
Very silly I know! Hope you laugh!
Dracula
Band of sketchers prompt, I decided to do something a bit dark and scary as it’s almost October. As usual using my Artrage app… Just a doodle.
Watching TV, eating salad, sneezing!
What are you doing this evening?
I’m already on antibiotics…
I’m trying to eat healthily, but I had my tea before I saw this prompt, so this is a free photo.
The antibiotics are for an infection in my leg. I didn’t expect to feel rough on them. But now I think I’ve been coming down with a cold (a viral infection) and the antibiotics won’t help with it.
So feeling tired and achy so I have been watching TV this evening instead of going to a meeting I was due at. I didn’t sleep well last night so I’ve been napping a few times over the day. The only trouble is that the sneezing woke me up twice! Atishoo! We all fall down!
I don’t know
Why do you blog?
I seem to have a lot to say, opinions, thoughts. I’ve recently joined a local writers group. I guess I think my words are worth reading? But that’s just my opinion. I may be boring, I might be showing off.
I have suffered imposter syndrome in the past when I was working. I think blogging helps me feel a little bit validated. Having somewhere to share my thoughts and ideas, to share my art. Something to be remembered by. So that I have an existence outside of these four walls.
I recently looked for family details on the Internet. I am mentioned lots of times because I use lots of social media. But the family? Not much detail. Because their lives were mainly pre Internet…
I still keep on blogging..
I don’t know
Where did your name come from?
When I was little I thought Mal-la-band meant the bad band in French. I convinced myself that it meant the bad band. Although that perhaps would have read “La band mal?”
I imagined myself as a part of a band of pirates, sailing the seven seas, looking for buried treasure and adventure.
Mal and Mer mixed up in my mind, I was quite young and I also thought it meant a bad sea or stormy sea.
As I learnt to spell my name I became aware that other children were taking the micky out of me. There was a type of margarine called “Blueband” and guess what exciting word kids in my school would call me? Yeah, you got it.
But when I got married I kept my original surname along with my hubbys. I didn’t want to lose it. I’m attached.
And it’s meaning? I don’t want to know. I just like my ideas.
Boredom
What motivates you?
When I was little I used to get very bored on a Sunday. We would go to Sunday school in the morning but afternoons were interminable, nothing much on the TV, with only one channel to start off with, or the old radio on in the background. My parents didn’t like pop music so it was either religious programming or comedy or documentaries.
The boredom pushed me to do art, I was experimenting with oil paint on cardboard when I was about 12. Or playing in the garden, climbing up to the top bar of the swings and hanging upside down… My parents had finally been able to afford a bike so I would cycle up and down the street and practice tricks on it. Getting as close to trees as possible without hitting them. We had water fights with other kids in the street. Throwing plastic bags full of water at each other and getting soaked. I also made hurdles using my dad’s saw benches and running as fast as I could over them. I remember climbing an old gnarled Laburnum tree as high as I could get, and climb up the outside of the big slide using it’s steel frame to get up and over the top instead of the steps..
Those games and playing made me adventurous. I wanted to learn everything. It motivated me in other ways too. Because I got bored easily I would get lots of books out of the library. Not just adventure stories, but ones about atoms, and galaxies, and art, and volcanoes. I loved finding out about things. So I stopped being bored because I was motivated to keep myself occupied. And I’ve stayed motivated to do things all my life. I try not to get bored anymore.
Mallaband-Brown 