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Flash Club March Flash Club 2021 - guest hosted by Emily

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Our **Daily Challenge** March Flash Club starts today! This is a timely way to challenge and kickstart any lethargic creativity…. To put a spring in your creative step ;)

This is The Plan:

Below, I’m posting thirty-one words, one for each day of the month. I challenge you to stretch your creative muscles -in words, photography, painting, cakes, interpretive dance; whatever your chosen medium- and allow that prompt of the day to inspire you artistically.

NOTE: it has to be your own work, created by you.

To participate, use the prompt of the day, then post below to make your entry using the “Word of the Day” as the title of your work or at least refer to it in your entry, so everyone sees which one it relates to. Please make your entry anonymous by clicking the anonymous button, but if you forget, don't worry, that's okay too. (Note: Guardians can see who posts.) So take a risk and try something new. .

To make the Flash Club the special place it is, we need your votes. You can vote by clicking 'like' or 'love'. If a piece grabs you, please hit the 'like' button. If a piece sweeps you off your seat, please hit 'love'. At the end of the month, I will count up the votes. In a tie, 'Love' will trump 'like'. The entry with the most votes will be the winner. Please don't vote for your own. The Flash Club isn't about winning. It's about trying something new.

The competition is open to all members. Feel free to enter more than one. The main rule here: we ask you not to critique.


And never fear: should you need it, know that I shall be here, daily, with my whip words of encouragement and large slices of virtual Litopicake.

I’m so looking forward to this :D

(Thanks @Barbara for handing over the reins :) )

The Word Of The Day is also here below:
  1. Distil
  2. Melody
  3. Sacred
  4. Breathe
  5. Witness
  6. Nourish
  7. Walk
  8. Yellow
  9. Fish
  10. Gold
  11. Bright
  12. Water
  13. New Moon
  14. Dawn
  15. Morning
  16. Portal
  17. Green
  18. Sky
  19. Dusk
  20. Equinox
  21. Bud
  22. Leaves
  23. Happiness
  24. Lines
  25. Magic
  26. Spring
  27. Triangles
  28. Super moon
  29. Ramble
  30. Constellation
  31. Soul
GREEN

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Magic

I am in the bells and rattles you summon me with.
I am the secret mantra, the smiling touch, the opening heart.

You ask, I give.

I am in the little rites and rituals of lit candles, touchstones, and feathers
which you bless and kiss with intention.

I am in the glass of water you place outside to catch the moonlight.
I love you for believing in me and gift you with my healing heat.

I am in the herbs that grow on your windowsill.
Drink my psychic tea for visions.

Let me fly with you.

I am the fairy ring, in the ancient wood where you dance
with witches. Light the good fire, for me.

Mine is a secret place although I am everywhere.

I am in the roaring fire, the jumping shadows
Where the spells are cast and runes are drawn.
Raise me in the drum, ties ribbons in the tree.

I am in the hands you hold, in the dance you dance.
I am in the silver cup and the golden horn,
The bone, the antler, and the growing seed.

Your willingness is a blessing to me.

I am subtle.
I am strong.
I am the reason you belong.
 
Spring

Winter’s opacity has effaced from windows
Taken its bitter bite off trees and shrubs

Spring finds her opening

The land blurs smoky-blue
a soft bleed into
moorland; its dead grass
raw citrine in nascent light

But she comes to us first
Shakes open her bundle filled
with birds and their song

They fly
Little psychopomps
Lifters of spirit

Spring is charmed

When she lifts her skirts
she drops celandine, primroses, daffodils from her hem
She dances, scooping bees from her pockets

They fly
Little bringers of abundance
Life’s sweeter for them

Spring kicks off her shoes
Tiptoes over worms

They dig
Little serpents of earth
Mulching magic in the soil

Spring removes her bonnet
And her ribbons shape
the rivers and streams
flowing with her loosened hair

we catch their flaxen silk
as sun flashes off ripples

Cleansing
Purifying

She loosens her bodice
And the valleys swell

Everything breathes
As if this is the first breath
And our hearts open

In gladness
In gratitude
With love
 
Constellation:

Varrick's Waterwheel

Rastbac sits under the stars and holds his new baby daughter carefully, still frightened he'll drop her. Elonia, his only child, and the first female Argarion born into his family in three generations.

He feels . . . Overwhelmed. Everyone said he would, he thought he was prepared. He was not. He feels every terrifying possibility, every responsibility, how could he even do this how could he even . . . Love her any more? He would give her the stars above, if he could.

He bounces her gently, tightly wrapped in the farron leaf blanket that has been woven for her.

It suddenly dawns on him that this helpless child has just as many expectations on her. Already his family has set rules: how she should be dressed, educated, and who would teach her about being a proper oldest daughter to represent their family.

In a moment of rebellion for his daughter, Rastbac makes a decision. He tips the bundle carefully, up towards the dark sky.

"I will teach you everything I know. Not just things proper oldest daughters should." He promises in a hushed tone. His rebellion did not extend to being caught by a family member doing it.

He looks to the brightest constellation. "There is Varrick's Waterwheel. It's upright now, full of water. But soon it will tip, and water will pour down on us. For weeks, until the bowl is dry." He nuzzles the bundle and the baby makes a sleepy sound. "I will have much time then, to teach you more."
 
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